"And they tried to guy you about me, did they?"
"Guy me? They tried to plague. Then I get mad till I understand, and then I laugh."
"Blakemore said they told you that I—that I was engaged."
"Yes, but that was of no difference. They tried to make me think I do wrong to walk with you when you engaged. I told them that it made no difference."
"But I am not engaged."
"No? But it makes no difference. You know, I think it almost a shame for that old woman to dance. It makes me feel—feel—I do not know, but you know—you understand."
"Yes; I feel the same way."
"Yes. Have you been working hard to-day?"
"Pretty hard. What have you been doing?"
"Reading a book and trying to draw. I could do neither. Spread everywhere was a drawing that I could not catch; and hummed in the air were words more beautiful than in the book. They have quit dancing. I am glad."