Anny reddened.
“Hal Grame, you’re a jealous coward,” she said clearly, and then her tears began to fall and she sat down on the grass, looking out over the cloud-shadowed water.
Hal did not speak but stood idly kicking the dust with his foot.
“You’re not saying that you don’t love me?” he said confidently.
Anny bit her lip.
“I’ve told you I hate you,” she said clearly; she was still very angry for the boy’s mistrust had hurt her.
He turned round slowly.
“Don’t be silly, Anny,” he said not unkindly.
Anny furtively wiped her eyes; his confident attitude annoyed her, and she spoke clearly.
“Go away, Hal Grame; I won’t ever marry you.”