He was watching her with a kind of speculative curiosity.

His hands were still locked upon hers.
Slowly her eyes came down to his.
"Billikins," she said, "let me stay down for a little!" Her lips were quivering.

She kicked his chair agitatedly.

"I don't want to go," she said, dismally.

"Let me stay--anyhow--till I get ill!" "No," Merryon said.