“What have you got? Who gave it to you?”
“I have nothing,” she replied; “nobody gave me anything.”
“Yes there did,” said Henry.
“No there didn’t,” curtly answered Eliza.
“What tickles you so then,” rejoined Henry in a milder tone.
By this time Eliza’s ardor was quite dampened by Henry’s manner, so she merely replied:
“I will tell you to-morrow,” and then left him.
But Henry did not feel like waiting. No sooner was she gone than he again sought her, more anxious than ever to know what had so excited her.
“I will tell you,” she said, “if you won’t be so cross to me next time,” evidently feeling that she had the advantage of him.
“I wasn’t cross. I’ll always be good and nice,” said Henry, glad to come to terms, for he felt very curious.