“I have thought it over.”
“Thought it over?”
“Well, I am getting lonesome for my little one and for my husband.”
“In the last ten minutes?” exclaimed George.
“There must be something else,” his mother added. “Evidently there must be something else.”
“No!” insisted the nurse.
“But I say yes!”
“Well, I’m afraid the air of Paris might not be good for me.”
“You had better wait and try it.”
“I would rather go back at once to my home.”