"I don't think so," I said.
"I have already said good-by to all my other friends!"
"But I refuse to be treated just like all the others," and I started with her down the gang-plank.
She looked at me from the corner of her eyes, her lips trembling between indignation and amusement.
"Do you know," she said deliberately, "I am beginning to fear that you are obstinate, and I abhor obstinate people."
"I'm not at all obstinate," I objected. "I'm simply contending for my rights."
"Your rights?"
"My right to be with you as long as I can, for one."
"Are there others?"
"Many others. Shall I enumerate them?"