Hal gasped.
“Anny, you’re bewitched,” he exclaimed. He couldn’t have chosen a more unfortunate remark, for Anny was more irritated than ever.
“Nay, not now, but I was, ever to think at all on the likes of you,” she snapped. “Oh, go away.”
Hal wavered; his little sweetheart sat on the grass, her face turned away from him, but he felt that she was crying, so came a little nearer.
“Give me a kiss,” he said, laughing. “You’re a smart little wench,” and kneeling down behind her he bent to kiss her cheek.
Before he realized what had happened he felt a smart blow across the mouth, and Anny sprang to her feet and walked off quickly.
Hal sat back on his heels and passed his hand across his lips.
“You little vixen,” he gasped.
Anny laughed, a bitter, angry little laugh, and went on.
Hal looked after her anxiously for a moment or two, and then as she did not turn back he scrambled to his feet and followed her.