"Never mind what she likes," he returned, impatiently. "Let us take a little walk, I have something to say to you, pretty one."
There was something in his eyes, his voice, that somehow startled her.
"Pardon me, but I do not care to walk," she said, simply, with the haughty air of a young princess.
"Don't put on airs," he said, harshly; "you are not very wise to try to snub a manager who has the power to turn you out of your position at any moment."
Ida grew frightfully pale.
"Come, let us take a little walk," he urged. "You're a very pretty girl, and I like you."
Ida May drew back with an exclamation of alarm.
"I refuse to walk with you!" she said.
"Don't make an enemy of me, Ida May!" he hissed between his teeth.
"If such a trifle will make an enemy, I would rather make an enemy than a friend of you!" she answered.