He leaned against the back of the chair, hand in pocket, and laughed indulgently. “Didn’t you want me to? It looked that way.”
“Of course I didn’t,” she stormed. “You’re a horrid thing, and I hate you!”
“Well, I’m glad to know you didn’t. It’s much better that you were only pretending.”
“How do you think Rhoda will take it, when I tell her? And I shall!”
“Oh, tell her if you like. But how do you think she will take your trying to persuade a kiss from her lover?”
Her eyes blazed angrily and she stamped her foot, but said nothing.
“Never mind, little sister,” he went on, patting her shoulder. “I was only giving you a lesson, and it’s much better to keep such things in the family. Remember after this that if you ask a man so plainly to kiss you he’s very likely to do it.”
“Don’t call me ‘sister,’ you horrid thing! I’m not!” she exclaimed, turning away.
“I hope you will be some day.”
“I won’t! Rhoda isn’t going to marry you!”