"For instance, it incites and helps you defy your guardian on the street!"
Until now she had resolutely kept her face set churchward, but as he uttered the last words in a severer tone than he often used in conversation with her, she turned quite around and retraced her steps.
Walking beside her, he could only see the long soft lashes of her downcast eyes, and the firm compression of her mouth.
"Little girl, are you very angry?"
She looked up quickly into his brilliant smiling eyes, and her cheek dimpled.
"Mr. Palma, I wanted so very much to go, and I do feel disappointed; but not angry."
"Then why do you not ask me to go with you?"
"You go there? Is it possible that you would ever do such a thing?
Really would you go, sir?"
"Try me."
"Please Mr. Palma, go with me."