“Oh, Madelon, it's for you.”
“I don't want it.”
“Take it—Madelon, won't you have it? I got it for you.”
“No, I don't want it. Shall I put it back in the drawer?”
“Don't you think it's a pretty watch?”
“Yes. Shall I put it back?”
“You haven't any watch, Madelon.”
“I don't want one.” Madelon closed the case impatiently, and turned away.
“Oh, Madelon, won't you take it?” Lot begged, piteously.
“I told you no—I do not care for it.” Madelon put the case back in the desk drawer. Then she drew her cloak together, and went to the door again.