I let myself down on a boulder close to her.
"Elizabeth, old thing, what's the matter? Have you got a headache?" I said.
"Headache!" echoed Elizabeth quite pettishly. "You know I never have headaches."
"I thought perhaps you were a little tired."
"Tired! Not in the very least, thanks." My chum's tone was discouraging.
I tried again.
"Look here, my dear, are you stuffy with me about anything? Did I rag you too much about getting tamed by Hackenschmidt the Second, or——"
"Stuffy?" echoed the little Man-hater, her tone getting snappier and snappier. "If I were, Joan, I'd tell you."
"Yes; I should have thought so," said I, feeling perfectly convinced that something was up. "For you know that if there's anything I could do for you——"
Here Elizabeth quite took my breath away by the suddenness with which she spoke.