As she spoke she, true to her German training, evidently waited for an indication of her brother's desire.
"There are the cows, you know," continued her brother.
"Yes, there are the cows," her face clouding as she spoke.
"Oh, rot!" said Larry, "you don't milk until evening, and we get back before tea.

Come along." Still the girl hesitated.

"Well," said her brother brusquely, "do you want to come ?" She glanced timidly at his rather set face and then at Larry.

"I don't know.

I am afraid that--" "Oh, come along, Dorothea, do you hear me telling you?
You will be in plenty of time and your brother will help you with the milking." "Ernest help! Oh, no!" "Not on your life!" said that young man.