39. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
"Thank you, I will," he answered in jest, and a few months
later he did it in earnest.
"Laurie, when are you going to your grandfather?" she asked
presently, as she settled herself on a rustic seat.
"You have said that a dozen times within the last three
"I dare say, short answers save trouble."
"He expects you, and you really ought to go."
"Hospitable creature! I know it."
"Then why don't you do it?"
"Natural depravity, I suppose."
"Natural indolence, you mean. It's really dreadful!"
And Amy looked severe.
"Not so bad as it seems, for I should only plague him if I
went, so I might as well stay and plague you a little longer,
you can bear it better, in fact I think it agrees with you excellently."
And Laurie composed himself for a lounge on the broad ledge of the balustrade.
Amy shook her head and opened her sketchbook with an
air of resignation, but she had made up her mind to lecture
`that boy' and in a minute she began again.
"What are you doing just now?"
"No, no. I mean what do you intend and wish to do?"
"Smoke a cigarette, if you'll allow me."
"How provoking you are! I don't approve of cigars and I will only allow
it on condition that you let me put you into my sketch. I need a figure."