And why you don't
marry him I can't see--unless you're not old enough. Are you?"
"Yes. . . . I am old enough, dear."
"Then why don't you? If I was old enough to marry Boots I'd do it. Why
don't you?"
"I don't know," said Miss Erroll, as though speaking to herself.
Drina glanced at her, then flourished her be-ribboned whip, which
whistling threat had no perceptible effect on the fat, red, Norwegian
pony.
"I'll tell you what," said the child, "if you don't ask Uncle Philip
pretty soon somebody will ask him first, and you'll be too late. As soon
as I saw Boots I knew that I wanted him for myself, and I told him so.
He said he was very glad I had spoken, because he was expecting a
proposal by wireless from the young Sultana-elect of Leyte. Now," added
the child with satisfaction, "she can't have him. It's better to be in
time, you see."
Eileen nodded: "Yes, it is better to be in plenty of time. You can't
tell what Sultana may forestall you."
"So you'll tell him, won't you?" inquired Drina with business-like
briskness.
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