“Let bygones be bygones,” said he. “Besides, I never called you yaller.”
“Our engagement is ended,” she said.
“Claribelle,” he said kindly but firmly, “listen to what I say. If you do not tame your proud temper, you will one day bring sorrow upon yourself.” Then he left, wounded and displeased.
The next day he came again.
“I may be going away,” he said, “to the other side of the shop, to the opposite counter.”
“Do I still look yaller?” Claribelle asked, tossing her head.
“Aren’t you sorry I am going?” he replied.