'She may alter her mind,' said the doctor, 'if she does not prefer any one else. Besides, she only says she can't.'
'Can't,' said the other, 'is civil for won't. That's all.'
'Does she say why she can't?' said the doctor.
'Yes,' said the other. 'She says she and her sisters won't part with each other and their young master.'
'Now,' said the doctor, 'you have not told me which of the seven sisters is the one in question.'
'It's the third,' said the other. 'What they call the second cook. There's a housekeeper and two cooks, and two housemaids and two waiting maids. But they only manage for the young master. There are others that wait on them.
'And what is her name?' said the doctor.
'Dorothy,' said the other; 'her name is Dorothy. Their names follow, like ABC, only that A comes last. Betsey, Catherine, Dorothy, Eleanor, Fanny, Grace, Anna. But they told me it was not the alphabet they were christened from; it was the key of A minor, if you know what that means.'
'I think I do,' said the doctor, laughing. 'They were christened from the Greek diatonic scale, and make up two conjunct tetrachords, if you know what that means.'
'I can't say I do,' said the other, looking bewildered.