“I can't tell you why not, grandmother.”
The old woman eyed the girl. “Out with a man—I don't care if you are engaged to him—till this time!” said she.
Annie started and crimsoned. “Oh, grandmother!” she cried.
“I don't care if he is a minister. I am going to see him to-morrow, no, to-day, right after breakfast and give him a piece of my mind. I don't care what he thinks of me.”
“Grandmother, there wasn't any man.”
“Are you telling me the truth?”
“I always tell the truth.”
“Yes, I think you always have since that time when you were a little girl and I spanked you for lying,” said the old woman. “I rather think you do tell the truth, but sometimes when a girl gets a man into her head, she goes round like a top. You haven't been alone, you needn't tell me that.”
“No, I haven't been alone.”
“But, he wasn't with you? There wasn't any man?”