“Oh, no, you mean I treat David too well,” returned Agnes, saucily.
“What do I care how you treat David?”
“You care a great deal; confess that you do, and I’ll not treat him so well.”
“I’ll not confess.”
“Very well, you shall be tortured till you do.”
“You are a heartless girl, Nancy Kennedy.”
“Indeed, then, I’m not; I am too soft hearted.”
“Then why do you turn a cold shoulder to poor Archie?”
“‘I’m ower young to marry,’ and Archie does try one with his talk of what he means to do when he is twenty-one.”
“Just think what fine buckets and bowls he could make you, Nancy. There would be no one anywhere about who could make such a display as you.”