You would probably have liked one another well enough at last; but I won't have it, and it's better we came to the right understanding at once.' 'Your curb-chain is loose, godmother,' said the girl, who now, pale as death and trembling all over, advanced to fasten the link.
'I declare to the Lord, he's asleep!' said Miss Betty, as the wearied head of her page dropped heavily on her shoulder.

'Take the curb off, dear, or I may lose it.

Put it in your pocket for me, Kate; that is, if you wear a pocket.' 'Of course I do, godmother.

I carry very stout keys in it, too.

Look at these.' 'Ay, ay.