“Then, of course, you enjoy rough weather, Miss O'Byrne? I like, above all things, to see a storm.”
“So do I,” she said, enthusiastically. “I love being out when it is really rough.”
“I suppose, then, you will agree with me, Miss O'Byrne, that no one who does not really love the sea could enjoy a gale.”
Katie thought the proposition over for a second.
“No, I suppose not,” she said. “But I really don't see that this has anything to do with what I asked you—why are you always teazing me?”
“I have been answering your question the whole time, Miss O'Byrne. You have only to suppose you are the sea.”
The girl thought a moment, and then looked up indignantly, with a heightened colour, as she saw the application.
“What nonsense you talk, Mr. Maynard. You will try to persuade me next that to knock a person down is a sign of friendship. I shall never believe you again,” she said, as she turned to join the others.
“Yes you will, some day, Katie,” Frank said, following her closely.