“Cert’nly. But do you mean before you go to Mr. Lothrop’s, or⁠—”

“Oh,” she says, “what am I thinking about!” she says, and set right down again. “Don’t mind what I said⁠—please don’t⁠—you won’t, now, will you?” Laying her silky hand on mine in that kind of a way that I said I would die first. “I never thought, I was so stirred up,” she says; “now go on, and I won’t do so any more. You tell me what to do, and whatever you say I’ll do it.”