"I am—very curious!" he said, looking at her with a touch of his magisterial manner. "It's a queer game you are playing!"
"It's such fun!"
"Yes," he said, unbending; "it is fun; but what's going to come of it?"
She flung out her arms.
"Quien sabe!"
"I wonder what is the answer," he said, with a touch of solemnity. "There are so many possible answers!"
"Oh, now, Your Honor," she said, with a pouting look, a little restless, too, under his fixed gaze, "are we to be as serious as all that?"
"You girls are marvelous," he said in a lighter tone, "and you don't even appreciate the wonders you accomplish!"
"Go on! Cross-examine me! It's a new experience!" she said, dropping her hands into her lap resignedly, with mock submission. She felt as though she were playing a great rôle, and that before an audience which would not respond—which she was determined should respond; and yet, much as she wished to try his composure, she was still groping for the proper tactics.
"Some day will you tell me something?"