“Well, I suppose I am. What o’ that?”
“You talk quite like a courtier?”
“Do I?” he said eagerly. “Well, you did it; you made me like you.”
“I?”
“Yes. I don’t know how it was, but you’ve made me feel as if I’d do anything for you.”
“Ah, well, we shall see,” said Marjorie, as she fixed her eyes on his, glorying in her triumph, and feeling that every word spoken was the honest truth. Then, giving him a careless nod, she was turning away.
“Don’t go like that,” said Caleb, huskily.
“What do you mean?”
“Say one kind word to me first.”
“Well,” said Madge, showing her white teeth in a contemptuous smile, as his eyes were fixed upon hers, just as her cousin’s Gordon setter’s had been a score of times. “Poor fellow, then,” she said mockingly, and she held out her little hand, as she would have stretched it forth to pat one of the dogs.