"Georgia, you will!"
"I won't! not if I die for it!" she flashed.
"Georgia!"
"Let me go!" she cried out, trying to wrench her hands from his grasp. "I never will! Let me go!"
"Georgia, do you know what hospitality means?"
"Yes."
"Well, he is your guest now. Have you ever read about the Arabs of the desert, my proud little lady?"
"Yes."
"Well, you know once their most deadly enemy entered their house, they treated him as though he were the dearest friend they had in the world. Now, Georgia, you will be a lady some day, I think, and——"
"I will stay with your brother till you come back," she said, proudly; "but I won't be his friend—never again! I liked him then, and I wanted to do everything I could for him. I would have had my ankle sprained if it would have made his well. I was so sorry, and—he—laughed at me!"