"Ah! A girl is beginning to be strong when she feels that way. I suppose you have been flattered all your life."
"Do I show it?"
"Yes. But not so much as you did."
"And do you know the reason?"
"I don't know, unless it is that you have been sobered by a joke."
"That has something to do with it. You have made me think. You don't regard me as a spoiled child; you seem to believe that I have a mind. And that, even if you were a field hand, would cause me to be interested in you. I would like to talk with you seriously, but you joke with me."
"To hear you in a serious mood would be as sweet as an anthem."
"You must not talk that way. I want your friendship."
"You shall have it."
"I need your help."