“Because she needs somewhere to rest,” said Miss Brown in a voice of tentative reproof.
“But so do I.”
“I had better move into the back room myself, then,” sighed his aunt.
The suffragette began those hopeless protests which make the burden of an obligation so heavy. It is so very much easier as well as more blessed to give than to receive, that the wonder is that generosity should retain the name of a virtue. Up to a certain point we are all altruists, because it is too much trouble to be otherwise.
Albert, who, having gained his point, was once more comparatively genial, prepared to bring the suffragette to his feet.
“I expect you are wudderig what is the dabe of the book I ab readig,” he suggested to her as she stepped shakily from the buggy.
“No, I was not,” she replied gently. “I’m afraid science bores me.”
“Wha-t a lot you biss,” observed the child. “You probably spedd your precious time id dancig, ad dressig yourself up, ad bakig berry. How buch better——”
“Albert,” said his aunt, “this lady is tired and waiting to pass.”
“Yes, but I ab speaking to her.”