"Then shake hands on it."
She made no response and he said again more commandingly:
"Come on now—shake hands on it."
Still she made no move.
"If you don't want to quarrel," he said warningly, "shake hands on it."
Hesitatingly she put out her hand, which he immediately grasped.
"Good!" he exclaimed, rising. "And now let's kiss and make up!"
Virginia started up at the same time, and again turned to go to her own room. But he still had hold of her hand and she could not withdraw it. Tired out by the unequal struggle, nervous and almost in tears, she tried in vain to release herself:
"I tell you I want to go," she cried impatiently.
But he merely laughed at her puny efforts. Soothingly he exclaimed: