"Now don't make fun of me, because I'm desperately in earnest. I don't want one like that I chose with a great lonely worm-infested chestnut in it. What a good, wholesome lesson you gave me then! Thank you, Annie, darling."
"Brothers don't use such strong language toward their sisters," said
Annie, looking on the ground.
"I can't help it. To tell the honest truth I'm not much of a brother. Neither do I want one like that which you chose with three chestnuts in it. Three, faugh! I've had enough of that. I want to find one like that which you brought me the first day I met you here."
"You will never find it if you stand talking forever."
"You won't go away?"
"Perhaps not."
He looked at her doubtfully, but she would not meet his eye. Then he started on his search, but kept looking back so often that she laughed, and said, "I'm not a chestnut burr."
"I'm afraid of you."
"Then you had better run away."
"Sisters shouldn't tease their brothers."