Putting on her favorite little pout, Laura pretended to be angry.
"I don't think you're at all pleasant, but I'll tell you one thing—it's tea this deal or no game."
Throwing herself into a seat, she picked up a magazine, and made a pretense of becoming interested in the illustrations.
Brockton moved towards the entrance to the house.
"No game then," he said laughingly. "I'm going in to help Mrs. Williams. Maybe she's lost seven dollars by this time. I may be able to get it back for her."
He disappeared in the house. Directly he was gone Laura sprang from her seat, and running up to Madison, flung her arms unrestrainedly about his neck.
"John!" she exclaimed.
"Well, dear?"
"Are you going to be cross with me?"
"Why?"