Winthrop sighed.

“It’s a dangerous course you’re pursuing, Miss Holly,” he said, sadly. “If you aren’t awfully careful you’ll lose a good slave and find a poor admirer.”

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“My admirers must be my slaves, too,” answered Holly.

“I am warned. I thank you. I could never play a dual rôle, I fear.”

Holly pouted.

“Then which do you choose?” she asked, aggrievedly.

“To be your slave, my dear young lady; I fancy that rôle would be more becoming to middle-age and, at all events, far less hazardous.”

“But if I command you to admire me you’ll have to, you see; slaves must obey.”

“I haven’t waited for the command,” replied Winthrop.

“You blow hot and cold, sir. First you refuse to be my admirer and then you declare that you do admire me. What am I to believe?”

“That my heart and brain are at war, Miss Holly. My heart says: ‘Down on your knees!’ but my brain says: ‘Don’t you do it, my boy; she’ll lead you a dance that your aged limbs won’t take kindly to, and in the end she’ll run out of your sight,[160] laughing, leaving you to sorrow and liniment!”

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“You have as good as called me a coquette, Mr. Winthrop,” charged Holly, severely.

“Have I? And, pray, what have you been doing for the last ten minutes but coquetting with me, young lady? Tell me that.”

“Have I?” asked Holly, with a soft little laugh. “Do you mind?”

“Mind? On the contrary, do you know, I rather like it? So go right ahead; you are keeping your hand in, and at the same time flattering the vanity of one who has reached the age when to be used even for target practice is flattering.”

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