"You can go alone, Tom Moore."
"I can, but I don't want to, Bessie."
"You would be almost there now if you had n't stopped to talk."
"Won't you come, Bessie?"
"I suppose I will have to do it to please you," said the girl, yielding with a little sigh.
"Won't it please you, too?" said Moore, stopping her.
"But, Tom--"
"Won't it?" he insisted.
"Yes,--yes,--yes!" she replied, with increasing emphasis on each reiteration.
Moore let her pass, and she paused at the door, looking over her plump shoulder.