“All right, Seth,” she said. “Suppose I did; what then?”
“I want it back, that's all.”
“You can have it. Now what do you s'pose I took it for?”
“I—I—I don't know.”
“You don't know? Humph! Did you think I wanted to keep it as a souveneer of last night's doin's?”
Her companion looked rather foolish. He picked up a handful of sand and sifted it through his fingers.
“No—o,” he stammered. “I—I know how partic'lar you are—you used to be about such things, and I thought maybe you didn't like the way that button was sewed on.”
He glanced up at her with an embarrassed smile, which broadened as he noticed her expression.
“Well,” she admitted, “you guessed right. There's some things I can't bear to have in my neighborhood, and your kind of sewin' is one of 'em. Besides, I owed you that much for keepin' me out of the wet last night.”
“Oh! I judged by the way you lit into me for luggin' you acrost that marsh that all you owed me was a grudge. I DID lug you, though, in spite of your kickin', didn't I?”