"What does she want?"
"She did not send me, I came myself."
"Well?"
"When you come to our house—"
"I never come to your house."
"That is a lie."
"Speak lower!"
"When you come to our house you tell me to go out and play. But I don't. I go and cry."
No doubt he was listening, but his eyes were on the parlor-door.
"I don't know why I cry, but you know, you wicked man! Why is it?"