“Why do I eat?” he returned.
“And yet you were angry the first time.”
“Nobody likes to be caught ranting out poetry especially his own.”
“I believe you were frightened—you thought I was Agatha. The poetry was about her, wasn’t it?”
“It’s not at all a bad poem,” observed Charlie.
“You remember I liked it so much that I clapped my hands.”
“And I jumped!”
The girl laughed.
“Ah, well,” she said, “it’s time to go home.”
“Oh, dear, no,” said Charlie!