“She’s barbarous—horrible—impossible!”
“You brought it on yourself, Beth,” he reminded her in a low tone. “You—goaded her,”
“And you defend her?” she demanded, furiously. “Take me away from here—I’m nauseated!”
“I’ll say good-bye—you go on, and I’ll join you.”
He vaulted the fence and went up to Kate, who was going on with her work and ignoring them.
“Kate,” he put out his hand, “I’m sorry.”
She disregarded it and turned upon him, her eyes blazing:
“Don’t you bring any more velvet-pawed kittens here to sharpen their claws in me!”
“Kate,” earnestly, “I wouldn’t have been the means of hurting you for anything I can think of.”
“I’m not hurt,” she retorted, “I’m mad.”