"You know," she said, "I saw you drop your handkerchief. Is there anything between you and Jon? Because, if so, you'd better drop that too."
The girl grew paler, but she smiled.
"If there were, that isn't the way to make me."
At the gallantry of that reply June held out her hand.
"I like you; but I don't like your father; I never have. We may as well be frank."
"Did you come down to tell him that?"
June laughed. "No; I came down to see YOU."
"How delightful of you!"
This girl could fence.
"I'm two-and-a-half times your age," said June, "but I quite sympathise. It's horrid not to have one's own way."