Then he looked away, without appearing to hear her, and called her attention to the view, which was charming.
“You have beautiful scenery around here,” he observed, in a matter-of-fact way.
“Oh, very!” she said, somewhat sharply; “but I have seen it so much that I am tired of it. Let’s talk about something else.”
“If you like.”
“Don’t you think Hattie Hazle a pretty girl?”
“I believe she is.”
“You ‘believe so’! Why, didn’t you notice?”
“Not in particular.”
“Well, you are a queer fellow!”
“Am I?”