Jim Henry's fists shut.
"The toad!" says he. "I wish I'd been there. Wait till I get my hands on him! I'll—"
"But you mustn't," put in Georgianna. "I hope you don't think I care what such a creature as he might do. When I first came here he—Oh, why can't people forget that I'm a girl!"
I could have answered that, but I didn't. Jacobs asked another question.
"Then, if it wa'n't 'Dolph, who was it?" says he. "Parkinson?"
"No!" with a flash of her eyes. "Certainly not. Mr. Parkinson is a gentleman; but—but I don't like him—that is, I don't dislike him exactly; but—"
She was dreadful fussed up. Jim Henry was between her and the door, though, and he kept right on with his questions.
"Then what was the trouble?" he said, brisk.
I answered for her.
"Well, Jim," says I, "there was somethin' else. You see, 'Dolph got mad when I sailed into him, and he come back at me by tellin' what you said about your callin' on Miss Lentz here—and takin' her autoin' and such. How you said you was doin' it so's to keep a watch on her—that's all. I couldn't deny that you did say it, you know—because you did!"