"I see she is,—toward dogs."
"Mr. Halloway, you don't like her!"
"Miss Phebe, I am madly in love with her."
"Don't laugh at me, please. Isn't she handsome?"
"Well, I couldn't judge of the length of her hair."
"Nonsense, tell me what you really think of her."
Denham pondered a moment. "I think all sorts of things," he answered presently, with an amused laugh. "She is so contradictory she'll fit almost any opinion, and the worst I can say of her is that she'll never concern herself in the least to find out what my opinion may be."
"Ah," said Phebe, softly, "just wait. You don't either of you know each other yet!"