“She’s dreadful good; but I’m glad she’s gone: ain’t you?”
“No.”
“Had you rather have her here than me?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t you ask her to come back.”
“I would if I could!”
“I never did see any thing like it; every one is so queer and cross to-day I get snubbed all round. If folks ain’t good to me, I’ll go and marry Miles! I declare I will.”
“You’d better,” and with that David left her frowning and pouting in the porch, and went to shovelling snow with unusual vigor.