"My God!" the old gentleman cried.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"Ah, 'tis you!" he said, his arms still about her. "I thought it was a wild-cat!"
"I thought it was a bear," she sobbed.
"What? Crying? My dear, how is this?" he asked in alarm.
"I can't tell you," she murmured to his cravat.
"Can't tell me! But I say you shall!" he hotly commanded.
"I'll never do anything—when you say shall," she retorted brokenly.
"God bless my soul," he sputtered. "I want you to understand that you'll do anything whether I say shall or not, when I find you crying!"
"That sounds funny," she began to laugh, just a little. Then he began to laugh.