"I've my baskets to sell!" she retorted in her most ungracious manner.
"Why are you so changed to me?" I questioned. "Are you still angry about that unfortunate business of the mirror, or is it because I kissed you, or—"
"Ah—don't talk of it!" she cried fiercely. "No man's ever kissed me so before—on the mouth—"
"Thank heaven!" said I.
"I hate ye for it and her most of all!"
"'Her', Diana? Whom do you mean?"
"Your fine lady aunt!"
"But, good heaven! What had my aunt Julia to do with it?"
"I don't care! I hate her—with her great, proud eyes and haughty ways—and offering me money an' all—"
"Yes," said I, "it was wrong of her to attempt to bribe you—"