"I hate you!" she burst forth.
"Do you, dear?" and Farnsworth rearranged the rug to protect her more fully.
There was such gentleness in his touch, such tenderness in his voice, that Patty's anger melted to plain curiosity.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded. "Why did you bring me away in such—such caveman fashion?"
Farnsworth smiled. "It was a caveman performance, wasn't it? But you wouldn't come willingly."
"Of course I wouldn't! Why should I?"
"For three very good reasons." Farnsworth spoke, gravely. "First, you were in a place where you didn't belong. I couldn't let you remain there."
"It is not your business to say where I belong!"
"I wouldn't want any one I care for to be in that place."
"Not even Daisy Dow?"