“Really; but how do you get on together now?”
“Pretty well! I don't think there is much love lost on either side. I don't know why—I never could understand Maggie. You have no idea of the reports she spreads about me all over the place—the stories she tells the Grahams, the Prestons, the Wells. She told Mrs. Wells that I fell in love with every young man that came to Southwick. She said awful things about me. As for that story about telling cook to put father's dinner back, I don't think I ever shall hear the last of it. What made father so angry was because he thought it was to talk to Jimmy in the slonk.”
“You told me the last time I was here that you wanted to finish a conversation with him in the slonk.”
“I may have told you that it was to speak to him about his sister Fanny,” Sally replied evasively. “I would not care if I never saw him again; but I couldn't get on if I weren't allowed to see Fanny. Father wanted me to promise never to enter the house again!”
“But you have flirted with him?”
“I don't know that I have; certainly not more than Maggie. Last summer she was hanging round his neck every evening under the sycamores. I caught them twice.”
“I don't see any harm in going under the sycamores. I daresay Maggie has allowed him to kiss her; so have you!”
“That I assure you I haven't.”
“You mean to say a man never kissed you?”
“I didn't say that. I haven't kissed any one for years.”