She stamped her little foot, and was peppery at once. "I won't!"
"You don't love him," "Red" affirmed, for her.
"Oh!" Angela burst out, all confusion.
"No more than you loved any of the rest of 'em," "Red" went on.
"Keep still!" the girl cried. "Keep still! I think you're dreadful!"
"It's because they're better looking than me," her slave went right on. "I'm the one for you to marry, Angy, and you know it!" He had faith in himself at last—she couldn't stop him now.
"No!" Angela contradicted.
"Aw, come on!" poor "Red" begged.
But she stamped her foot again. "No—no—no!"