"If that's it," he said with unmistakable significance, "I don't mind tellin' you that I'm some partial to them special kind."
Her chin rose a little. "I am not concerned over your feelings," she returned without looking at him.
"That kind of a woman would naturally know a heap," he went on, apparently unmindful of the rebuke; "they'd cert'nly know enough to be able to see when a man likes them."
She evidently understood the drift, for her eyes glowed subtly. "It is too bad that you are not a 'special kind of man,' then," she replied.
"Meanin'?" he questioned, his eyes glinting with eagerness.
"Meaning that if you were a 'special kind of man' you would be able to tell when a woman doesn't like you," she said coldly.
"I reckon that I ain't a special kind then," he declared, his face reddening slightly. "Of course, I've seen that you ain't appeared to take much of a shine to me. But I've heard that there's women that can be won if a man keeps at it long enough."
"Some men like to waste their time," she returned quietly.
"I don't call it wastin' time to be talkin' to you," he declared rapidly.
"Our opinions differ," she observed shortly, resting the pencil point on the page that she had been writing.