"But, Circe- "

"Be quick. I'm awfully cold."

"Won't you come in and get warm before you go on, or borrow
another rug, or- "

"No, thanks awfully, I must get home."

"Mayn't I see you there? I can easily walk back."

"No, thanks awfully, boy-scout."

"You mean it?"

"I do."

"I gave her the reins and got heavily out of the dog-cart. She
moved on to the seat I had vacated and I put the rug carefully
round her feet. Suddenly I remembered.

"Stop," I said. "Let me get some matches. At least your lamps
shall be lighted."

Not a bit of it. Said she didn't want them lighted. Simply
wouldn't have it.

While I was speaking, my fingers had mechanically strayed to the
ticket pocket of my coat, where I sometimes carry my matches