"The Dog Show, sir. And Joey's in it."
"I forgot."
"Miss Kentish, the lady up-stairs, is going for her holiday on the tenth."
He saw that she was endeavouring to suggest that if he couldn't do without her, he and he alone would be keeping her from the superb spectacle of the Dog Show with Joey in it.
"So you want me to go for a holiday, too. Is that it?"
"Well, sir, if it's not inconvenient, and you don't really mind Aunt——"
"Doesn't she want to see Joey, too?"
"Not if you required her, sir."
"I don't require her. I don't require anybody. I'm going away, like the lady up-stairs, for the tenth. I shall be away all day."
"Oh, thank you, sir." She glowed. "Do you think, sir, Joey'll get a prize?"