“You have been here for about thirty hours,” she returned in a lazy voice. “Don’t say it seems like years.”
“Oh, you know what I mean, Miss Risk—”
“I think you might call me by my pretty name.”
“I’d like to,” said Kitty diffidently, “but—”
“I believe you’re afraid of me, Kitty!”
“I’m not really, but—”
“If you say ‘but’ again, I’ll go to sleep! Now listen, Kitty! You have told me a good many things about yourself, so you can no longer argue that I know nothing about you. I know far more about you than you know about me. Isn’t that so?”
“Perhaps it is, Miss—Hilda.”
“Well, then, if you keep talking about leaving me, the only conclusion I can draw is that you don’t like staying with me—”
“Oh, no, no!”