"Oh, no, David!" returned Polly quietly; "but I think you're a little bit foolish."
His cheeks flushed angrily. "Oh, foolish, is it! Pray, what have
I done?"
"M—m, not so very much, except to ignore me, when we've always been such good friends."
"It's your own fault!" David's temper was getting the mastery. "Going round with another boy and not paying me any attention at all!"
"Don't let's quarrel, David! I suppose you mean Doodles, and it does seem so silly for you to be jealous of that little boy!"
"You played all his accompaniments, and you didn't play for me," said David in an aggrieved tone.
"He asked me, and you didn't. You know he hasn't had a piano very long and can't play as you can. But I would have gladly played for you if I had known you wanted me."
The boy said nothing, and Polly resumed.
"You act as if I belonged to you and mustn't look at another boy."
"You do belong to me!" he declared.