It's only a little way.
I shan't get wet.

Good-afternoon!" Elfrida nodded to him brightly and hurried off; but it could not have occasioned her surprise to find Mr.Rattray beside her a moment later with a careful and attentive umbrella, and the intention of being allowed to accompany her that little way.

By the time they arrived Mr.Rattray had pledged himself to visit Scotland Yard next day in search of a dark brown silk _en tout cas_ with a handle in the similitude of an ivory mummy.
"Are these your diggings ?" he asked, as they reached the house.

"Why, Ticke lives here too--the gentle Golightly--do you know him ?" Elfrida acknowledged her acquaintance with Mr.Ticke, and Mr.Rattray hastened to deprecate her thanks for his escort.

"Remember," he said, "no theories, no fine writing, no compositions.