'Oh, Helen, I _don't_ want to.' 'Then don't,' said Helen.
'Ah, but I _do_ want to, too.' 'Then do,' said she.
'But don't you see, when you want to and don't want to at the same time, what _are_ you to do?
There are so many things to think of.' 'When it's like that, there's one thing you mustn't think of,' she said.
'What ?' Philip asked.
'Yourself,' she said softly.
There was a silence, and then Philip suddenly hugged his sister and she hugged him.
'I'll give it to them,' he said; 'it's no use.

I know I ought to.

I shall only be uncomfortable if I don't.' Helen laughed.

'My boy of boys!' she said.

And then she looked sad.