“Run up to the window again and order him to lie down,” cried Glyn, speaking earnestly now.
Because we are going up to the house,” replied Glyn coolly, “to our dormitory.
But Glyn felt very drowsy, exceedingly comfortable, and not in the slightest degree disposed to stir.
“Cut them right off,” said Glyn laughingly, joining in the mirth.
Glyn was hurt, disappointed; and Elfrida kept her face still turned away.
Then he took a step in the direction of the elephant, but Glyn caught him by the arm.
One of Mrs. Glyn's most pungent tales of feminine idiosyncracy and caprice.
“Come, Singh, we have had enough of this,” cried Glyn impatiently.
Glyn obeyed, and as if fully accustomed to the act, he rapidly climbed up and settled himself behind his companion.
“Why, it must be something about his elephant, father,” cried Glyn eagerly.