"Do you think I'm going to let a woman make a liar out of me? I'm going to stay right here. I like that boy, and I'm not going to let you put him to the bad."
"I want you to go!" she cried.
Shutting the trunk-lid down, she went over to the dresser and opened the drawer, to get more things out.
"And I tell you I won't go," he retorted furiously. "I'm going to show you up. I'm going to tell him the truth. It isn't you I care for—he's got to know."
Slamming the drawer shut, she turned and faced him, almost tiger-like in her anger.
"You don't care for me?" she cried.
"No."
"It isn't me you're thinking of?"
"No."
"Who's the liar now?"