"Do you wish to, Mildred? Don't let me bore you."
"It only bores me to have you want me to be like somebody else."
Jack's lips drew together in an inaudible whistle, and it needed all Clover's warnings to aid him in holding the rein over himself. They were aimlessly walking east.
"But I honestly don't blame you," she added. "I have done nothing to make it pleasant for you here. In your own home it didn't seem necessary to treat you like a guest."
"You are right. There was no necessity in the matter; there isn't now. Perhaps you really wish to go home."
"Clover wouldn't go if she did wish it," Mildred smiled at him with a sidelong glance, "and so I will stay."
"Not with me," said Jack, lifting his hat and looking very firm as he paused in the road.
"Then you take it back that you wish me to be like little sister?" Mildred also paused, still smiling at him with her chin lifted.
"I want you to be honest."
"I am honest. I want to stay, you uncivil man."