"Where are you taking me?" she demanded.
"Why do you follow me?" I retorted.
"Because I must—also it is my whim—and you so wishful to be rid o' me! And why?" she demanded sullenly.
"I prefer solitude."
"That's a pity!"
"Under the circumstances, it is!" I agreed.
"You haven't said what you mean to do wi' me!"
"Nothing!"
"Or where you takes me to?"
"I don't know."