"Why won't it?"
"Because it won't."
"But there must be some reason for it."
"Why, I don't know what your name is."
"Adolphe Lederer."
"Well, then, Mr. Lederer."
"No; I want you to call me Adolphe."
"Oh, now, don't. What would the folks say?"
"That we love each other," said the teacher, pressing her hand to his heart. "Don't you love me?"
Hedwig bent down and plucked a pink from its stem. The garden-gate opened, and Buchmaier's Agnes came in.