“Oh! if that is all, I can come back for her. Or she can go along with somebody else.”
“No,” Polly replied quietly, “that will not do. I’ll return as I came.”
“H’m! I might have known you would not miss going with Ely.”
Polly did not reply. “What do you wish to say to me?” she asked.
With a little growl of disapproval, he dropped to the seat beside her.
“If you won’t,” he began, “I suppose you won’t; and I want this business disposed of. I am tired of our everlasting squabbling. Perhaps a girl likes it—I don’t.”
Polly sat silent. She was resolved not to be brought into another argument; she knew how little it would avail.
“Well?” spoke up David, after a moment of stillness.
Polly drummed lightly the arm of the bench.
“Why don’t you say something?” David’s voice was a bit impatient.