"Not a little bit."
"Nor any one else?"
"Oh, well——"
Then I repeated the question several times in such a way that if written a line of space would be given to every query. It was a notion of Alexandre Dumas père to do the same in his novels. And his sentences were worth a franc a line. At least, so it has been related.
The Rag Doll looked straight in front of her.
"Hullo, old chappie," I said to myself; "where did you spring from?"
"Why, it's my proprietor!" said the Rag Doll, ceasing to bubble, and becoming all propriety.
The toy merchant took no notice of what we had said. How could he when our voices were inaudible? But he dusted us with his feather-brush, and left us ready for another dialogue. For all that the Rag Doll didn't think he was coming just then. No more did I.