"Next time I will be more thoughtful," he said; "but I think I ought to have answered honestly."
Redbud shook her curls with a charming little expression of affected displeasure.
"Oh, no! no!"
"Not answer?"
"Certainly not, sir—fie! in the cause of ladies!"
Verty laughed.
"I understand," he said, "you are thinking of the books about the knights—the old Froissart, yonder, in four volumes. But you know there were'nt any courts in those days, and knights were not obliged to answer."
Redbud, training up a drooping vine, replied, laughing:
"Oh, no—I was only jesting. Don't mind my nonsense. Look at that pretty morning-glory."
Verty looked at Redbud, as if she were the object in question.