"I came to the conclusion that you were a decent fellow and I thought you would be kind to me."
"Bouquets are just flying round! Have you got anything more to say to me?" he asked, seating himself once more in his chair.
"No, I think not."
"Then just get me my tobacco pouch, will you? I guess you'll find it in the pocket of my coat."
With narrowed eyes, he watched her first hesitate, and then bring it to him.
"Here you are." Her tone was crisp.
"I thought you was going to tell me I could darned well get it myself," he laughed.
"I don't very much like to be ordered about," she said smoothly; "I didn't realize it was one of your bad habits."
"You never paid much attention to me or my habits till to-day, I reckon."