"Could not guess—when it is Rig."
"Absolutely quoted the Bible to me. I came so near fainting away that he called you in for a tonic."
"Quoted it pertinently?"
"No, impertinently. Oh, Mr. Kindred, will you let me have a walk after chapel on Sunday?"
"Certainly—but I cannot take you to get it."
"I suppose that passes for cadet wit," said Miss Jo, pouting. "Why cannot you, pray?"
"Something else to do: a previous."
"You can't fool me so," said Miss Jo, shaking her flaxen head. "You know your best girl isn't here."
"What then?"
"Then there is nobody else you need walk with. I think you're very unkind, Mr. Kindred. And I've got such a box of candy as you never saw."