It would be so much nicer than going alone," she begged.

"Supposing I got ill in a hired cab?
I might, you know; but I _can't_ stay indoors, whatever happens.

If we were together it would be an adventure worth remembering." "Very well," I said, "I'll go with you, not for the adventure, but rather than have you make a fuss because I try to keep you in, and rather than you should go alone." "Good girl!" exclaimed Lisa, quite pleasant and purring, now that she had got her way; though if I'd refused she would probably have cried.
She is terrifying when she cries.

Great, deep sobs seem almost to tear her frail little body to pieces.

She goes deadly white, and sometimes ends up by a fit of trembling as if she were in an ague.
"Have you really ordered a motor cab ?" I asked.
"Yes," said she.