“Oh!” cried Gethryn, half angrily, but laughing, “you must pay for that!”
“What?” she said, innocently, but jumped up and kept the table between him and herself.
“You know!” he cried, chasing her into a corner.
“We are two babies,” she said, very red, following him back to the table. The paté was eaten in comparative quiet.
“Now,” she said, with great dignity, setting down her glass, “behave and get me some hot water.”
Gethryn meekly brought it.
“If you touch me while I am washing these dishes!”
“But let me help?”
“No, go and sit down instantly.”
He fled in affected terror and ensconced himself upon the sofa. Presently he inquired, in a plaintive voice: “Have you nearly finished?”