"No good. One of 'em always stands in the door."
"Then somehow we must get them away from the door into your bedroom."
That was logical, interesting, too.
"Of course we must get them away from the door. Tha's the idea. Tha's the idea," he said.
"Oh! can't you think of a way?" she begged.
It wasn't fair to ask questions. The game was of her invention, not his. Still, in common politeness one must take a hand, show a willingness. It would be awful if she lost patience with him and left him to his loneliness.
He answered that unspoken fear simply as a child.
"But you won't leave me alone again, will you?"
"Can't you realise I'm on your side," she said, shaking him by the arm.
"My side, yes," he repeated. "I'm glad you're on my side. We're friends aren't we?"