“Will you keep me long?” I asked.
“I will tell you all about it when we get into the street,” she answered.
I hesitated.
“Come, Marie, do go with me; that’s a dear, good girl,” Fanny continued, looking coaxingly in my face all the time.
I had not the heart to resist her pleading, and very soon we were on our way to Chestnut street.
“I am going to Mr. Root’s to have my daguerreotype taken,” Fanny said, when we were about a square from home.
“But you had three taken last week,” I said.
“Yes, but my mother did not like those very well. They were not taken by Root, and now I am determined to have a good one for her.”
“Had you not better wait till we return?” I asked.
“No; I cannot,” she replied, in a serious tone.