She would blush crimson and then, with trembling mouth, answer:
“I wasn't looking.”
“Yes, you were.”
“No, I wasn't.”
“Of course, you were—staring as though I were an Indian or Chinaman. If my face is dirty, say so.”
“It isn't dirty.”
“Well, then—”
“You're always so cross.”
“I'm not cross—only you're so silly—”
“You usen't always to say I was silly. Now you always do—every minute.”