"Nothing," she said.
"Have I done anything to make you sore?" he persisted.
"No," she said.
"Then why do you treat me like an enemy?"
The girl shrugged impatiently, and scowled, and looked away across the water, exquisitely uncomfortable. "I don't know you," she muttered. "You are strange to me."
Ralph took a little hope from this. At least she was not wholly indifferent. "Who's that boy?" he asked, trying to say it casually.
"That is Charley," she said, with a warm gleam in her eyes that stabbed Ralph.
"Is he going with us?" he cried. He could not pretend to be indifferent.
"Sure!" she said, opening her eyes wide.
Ralph turned on his heel. He could not trust himself to pursue his inquiries. All his delightful imaginings of the trip to come collapsed like card-houses. Her husband or her lover, of course! What a fool he had been!