"After all, I don't know why I laughed," she said. "I was only thinking it's five whole weeks since we came here, and——"
"And you want to go somewhere else?"
Amaryllis shook her head. "And it's gone like five days, I was going to say."
She took her seat at the table and poured out his coffee. "I'm not going to let you wait a moment for father this morning; it was two o'clock when he went to bed."
"How do you know that, you bad girl?" said Bellamy.
"Because dad can't get out of the habit of putting his boots outside his door," she replied. "And when he's pleased with his work, he throws 'em out."
"I've heard them," he said, laughing. "But last night I was in bed before twelve; I suppose he took advantage of that and sneaked back to the laboratory again."
"But I thought," said Amaryllis, after a pause, "that Ambrotox was finished and ready to make its bow to the public."
"God forbid!" said Bellamy, in a tone of such intensity that the girl was astonished.
"But surely you've been helping him to finish it—you wanted it finished," she exclaimed.