"I believe the spider said something to the same effect, when he invited the fly into his parlour."
At this a dark flush rose in the girl's cheeks.
"You're rude, Mr. Lawrence," she said.
"I'm sorry, Miss Trehearne—but you're unkind, so you'll please to excuse me."
Instead of flushing, as she did, Lawrence turned slowly pale, as was his nature.
"Even if I were,—but I'm not,—that's no reason why you should be rude."
"I didn't mean to be rude," answered Lawrence. "I don't see what I said that was so very dreadful."
"It was much worse than anything I said," retorted Fanny, biting her blade of grass again. "Because I didn't say anything at all, you know. Oh, well—if you'll say you're sorry, we'll bury it."
"I'm sorry," said Lawrence, without the least show of contrition.
"I was going to tell you such lots of things about myself," said the young girl. "You've made me forget them all. What was I talking about when we began to fight? I began by saying that I liked you, and you've been horrid ever since. I won't say that again, at all events."