“Look here—willing little beggars always do what they are asked and Aunt”—Marcus paused—“Aunt—what do you call her?”
“Elsie—only-aunt-in-the-world.”
“There are others, of course,” said Marcus stiffly; “Aunt Elsie—”
“Only-aunt-in-the-world,” said Shan’t; “say it!” She laid a finger on his lips.
“Well, Aunt Elsie-only-aunt-in-the-world wants you to go back to her because she’s lonely.”
“She’s got free dogs!”
“Free?”
“One—two—free—” “Free” found the tip of Shan’t’s forefinger lightly laid on the tip of Marcus’s nose.
“Yes; but she wants you—and if you are a good little girl and go back you shall come again and stay—”
“When?”