"But you'll know it when you get there. Just cross over—"
"O, Horace Clifford, I can't cross over! There's horses and carriages every minute; and my mother made me almost promise I wouldn't ever cross over."
"There are plenty of policemen, Dotty; they'll take you by the shoulder—"
"O, Horace Clifford, they shan't take me by the shoulder! S'pose I want 'em marching me off to the lockup?" screamed Dotty, who believed the lockup was the chief end and aim of policemen.
"Well, then, I don't know anything what to do with you," said Horace, in despair.
It seemed very hard that he should have the care of this willful little cousin, just when he wanted so much to be free to pursue Flyaway.
"If you won't go back to Stewart's, you won't. Will you go into this shop, then, and wait till I call for you?"
"You'll forget to call."
"I certainly won't forget."
"Well, then, I'll go in; but I won't promise to stay. I want to help hunt for Fly just as much as you do."