“No; I can’t promise that.”
“You’ll break down. You’ll go to pieces. What have you got to do more important than keeping in condition?”
“As to that, I’ll last through. And there’s some business that won’t wait.”
Divination came upon her.
“Dad’s message!”
“If it weren’t that, it would be something else.”
Her hand went out to him, and was withdrawn.
“Please put on your glasses,” she said shyly.
Smiling, he did her bidding.
“There! Now you are my beetle man again. No, not quite, though. You’ll never be quite the same beetle man again.”