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Rh "Perfect: the air is so crisp . . ."

"Marianne . . ."

"Yes, Uncle . . ."

"No, not uncle . . . You must be my little friend . . . Not a niece . . . I've never had a girl-friend."

"Your little friend? . . . But I am!"

"Well, that's all right."

"Look, how dark it is in the Wood . . . People say it's dangerous. Is it, Uncle? No, I didn't mean to say uncle . . ."

"Sometimes. Are you frightened? Take my arm."

"No, I'm not frightened."

"Come, take my arm."

"I don't mind . . ."

"We shall be home in a minute."

"If only Mamma isn't angry with me, for staying out . . . Are you coming in?"

"No . . . no . . ."

"Not because you're still angry with us?"

"No, I'm not angry."

"That's all right. Oh, I am glad! I should like to give you a motor for making me so happy!"

"Those old tin kettles cost a lot of money . . ."

"Poor Uncle! No, I don't mean uncle . . ."

"Here we are."

He rang the bell.

"Thank you for seeing me home."