“No.”
“Please come down, Betty. I want to see you about something.”
“No-o, I can’t. Is it anything important?”
“Immensely important. You aren’t vexed with me still, are you?”
“Of course not. And, Bob White, I didn’t tell you yesterday, but I did appreciate it very much.”
“Good!—but what?”
“The way you jumped out of the carriage and seized her horse, when she was so belligerent. It was very capable in you.”
“If it weren’t dark down here, you could see me blushing. Come down and see.”
“No. Bob White, you haven’t come around here like a Romeo to—to say good-by, have you?”
“Heaven forbid, Betty! I want to ask you to go on a picnic with me to-morrow, in my sailboat.”