Alpha Book

I tell you this
frankly"--glancing sideways at Sir Roger Trajenna--"in order to warn you
and everybody not to be too fond of me. I'm not worth it, you see, and
if you take me for more than my value, and get disappointed afterward,
the fault's not mine, but yours."
Mr. Walraven looked at her in surprise.
"Rather a lengthy speech, isn't it, Mollie? Suppose you leave off
lecturing, and tell us where you've been for the last two weeks."
"Where do you suppose I've been?"
"We can't suppose on such a question; it is impossible. I desire you to
tell us."
"And if I don't, guardy?"
She looked up at him rather defiantly--seated on a low stool, her elfish
chin in her elfish hand, her pretty little rose-bloom face peeping
brightly out from the scented yellow curls.
"Mollie!"
"Guardy, see here: it's of no use getting cross. I can't tell you where
I've been, because I don't know myself."
"Mollie!"
"It's true as preaching, guardy. You know I don't tell fibs--except in
fun. I don't know where I was, and so I can't tell you, and I'd a good
deal rather you wouldn't ask me.


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