"I wanted to know," explained Ann. "I thought there might be something in him that I could like."
"Why do you want to like him?" asked Abner, wondering how much she had guessed.
"I know," wailed Ann. "You are hoping that when I am grown up I shall marry him. And I don't want to. It's so ungrateful of me."
"Well, you're not grown up yet," Abner consoled her. "And so long as you are feeling like that about it, I'm not likely to want you to marry him."
"It would make you so happy," sobbed Ann.
"Yes, but we've got to think of the boy, don't forget that," laughed Abner. "Perhaps he might object."
"He would. I know he would," cried Ann with conviction. "He's no better than I am."
"Have you been asking him to?" demanded Abner, springing up from his chair.
"Not to marry me," explained Ann. "But I told him he must be an unnatural little beast not to try to like me when he knew how you loved me."
"Helpful way of putting it," growled Abner. "And what did he say to that?"