“You’re a dear,” she affirmed, and she held up her hands—and very pretty hands they were. “But you have no soul.”
“If that’s what you call soul,” I answered, “I’m glad I haven’t.”
When we got back to Mr. Paine, I began at him again.
“Now let me clearly understand about those conditions. Do you mean to say that I’m to stop in the house all alone?”
“You may have a companion—who must be a woman.”
“I’ll be your companion! Do let me be your companion, Pollie!”
I looked at Emily, who stood in front of me with flushed cheeks and eager eyes; as pretty a picture as you could wish to see.
“Done!” We shook hands upon it. “I only hope you won’t have too much romance before you’ve been my companion long.”
“No fear of that! The more there is the more I’ll like it.”
I was not so certain. She spoke as if she were sure of herself. But, for my part, I felt that it remained to be seen. I went on: