"Of course you don't," put in Bill, "and for a very good reason!"
"What reason?" cried Azalea, her black eyes flashing.
"You know as well as I do."
"I don't!"
"Very well, say no more about it now,—only remember I want to see the next one."
Azalea flounced out of the room, very angry, and muttering beneath her breath.
"What in the world, Little Billee, are you getting at?" asked Patty, as she cuddled Fleurette into her shoulder.
"There's something queer, Patty, something very queer about that girl!"
"You've oft repeated that assertion, Sweet William,—just what do you mean by it?"
"What I say, Faire Ladye! There's something rotten in the state of
Denmark,—there is that!"