“Oh, yes, the girls just coax her and coax her, and though she doesn't want to a bit, she just gives in.”
“That's nice of her. That must be very nice for the girls, eh?”
“Oh, I don't know, Papa.”
“What? don't you think it is nice to be able to coax people to do what you want?”
“It is nice to get what you want, but I think REALLY, REALLY, you'd rather you could not coax them to do it just because you coax them.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Yes; you see, you're never really quite sure after you get it whether you ought to get it after all.”
“I see,” said her father; “that rather spoils it.”
“Yes, but you never do that, Papa.”
“Oh, you can't coax me, eh? I am glad to know that. I was afraid, rather.”