CHAPTER XXX
"I followed you," he said.
"I thought so," said I. "It was like you."
"I want to talk to you," he explained.
"But I don't want to talk to you," I objected.
"You'll be sorry if you're rude. What I came to say is for your own good."
"I doubt that!" said I, looking anxiously down one avenue of trees after another, for a figure that would have been doubly welcome now.
"Well, I can easily prove it, if you'll listen."
"As you have longer legs than I have, I am obliged to listen."
"You won't regret it. Now, come, my dear little girl, don't put on any more frills with me. I'm gettin' a bit fed up with 'em."