"I've been very, very nice to you!"
"But with a difference," he insisted resentfully. "Didn't you know I must have written? You didn't think I wanted to let it stop there, did you? You didn't think I meant that nonsense at tea——"
"Please don't go back to that," said the girl hurriedly. "We've been good friends these three days without bringing it up—don't let us do it now."
"Well, I don't enjoy thinking about it." His voice was sharp with feeling. "You gave me the most miserable time of my life."
"I was very horrid."
"You told me you didn't give a piastre for what I thought!"
"I said I didn't give half a piastre!" murmured Arlee irrepressibly, with a wicked dimple.
Reluctantly he grinned. "Well?" he put to her questioningly.
"Well?"
Their eyes met, sparkling, combative.