"Ah, now you are angry—now you begin to hate me!"
"Never, Elsie! If you tore my heart and stamped on it, I could not hate you."
"But you are angry; and you said you could be patient."
"I could, if you cared for me only the least bit!"
"Oh, you selfish monster! There, Tom, kneel down again; you have shaken my flower out of your coat."
"No," said Tom, passionately; "I can't play now! This is dreadful earnest to me, Elsie, however great sport it may be to you."
"Then you refuse my gift?"
"I can't trifle now—don't ask it."
"And you mean to rush off and leave me?"
"I had better."