"Nothing—that is—I wouldn't—that's all."
She laughed shrilly.
"You're a pretty one to talk," she scoffed.
Ted flushed.
"I know I am. See here, Madeline. You're dead right. I ought not to have taken you out last night. I ought not to have let you meet me here to-day."
"I made you—I made you do both those things."
Ted shook his head at that.
"A man's to blame always," he asserted.
"No, he isn't," denied Madeline. "A girl's to blame always."
They stared at each other a moment while the brook tinkled through the silence. Then they both laughed at the solemnity of their contradictions.