'I have
not heard her complain of any indisposition, sir. Perhaps you would like
to see her, and ask her yourself?'
'No, no cousin!' said Mr Jonas, sitting down beside her on the
window-seat. 'Don't be in a hurry. There's no occasion for that, you
know. What a cruel girl you are!'
'It's impossible for YOU to know,' said Cherry, 'whether I am or not.'
'Well, perhaps it is,' said Mr Jonas. 'I say--Did you think I was lost?
You haven't told me that.'
'I didn't think at all about it,' answered Cherry.
'Didn't you though?' said Jonas, pondering upon this strange reply. 'Did
the other one?'
'I am sure it's impossible for me to say what my sister may, or may not
have thought on such a subject,' cried Cherry. 'She never said anything
to me about it, one way or other.'
'Didn't she laugh about it?' inquired Jonas.
'No. She didn't even laugh about it,' answered Charity.
'She's a terrible one to laugh, an't she?' said Jonas, lowering his
voice.
'She is very lively,' said Cherry.
'Liveliness is a pleasant thing--when it don't lead to spending money.
An't it?' asked Mr Jonas.
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