"Georgia, it is wrong, it is unnatural in a little girl to be wicked and vindictive like this. If you were a good child, you would shake hands and be friends."
"I won't!"
"Georgia, for my sake—"
"I won't!"
"Obstinate, flinty little thing! Do you like me, Georgia?"
"No!"
"You don't? Why, Georgia, what a shame! You don't like me?"
"No, I don't! I hate you both! You have no business to tease me this way! I won't forgive him—I never will! I'll never do anything for you again!"
And, with a fierce flash of the eyes that reminded him of a panther he had once shot, she broke from his retaining grasp and fled out of the house.
He was foiled. He turned away with a slight smile, yet there was a scarcely perceptible shade of annoyance on his high, serene brow, as he took his place beside his brother and drove off.