She clung to him, her head against his neck, as he bent over to hold her.
"Jerry, I'm s-sorry. P-please s-say you l-like me."
"Of course, I like you. Now, go to bed, like a nice girl."
"Not till you say you love me."
"All right; I say it. Now trot."
"Say it so I can remember, Jerry."
"Cricket, I love you madly. Now hop."
"I came to save you, Jerry," she whispered in his ear, so Althea could not hear.
"What's that?" he said, loosening her arms.
"Carry me down, Jerry?"