“Beg my pardon for saying what you said, then,” she commanded.
“What did I say?” muttered Cal.
“That I’d better tell you or—or something! Don’t you know that you mustn’t threaten a lady? Besides,” she added thoughtfully, “it just makes them stubborner.”
“All right,” said Cal grudgingly. “I won’t do it again.”
“But go ahead.”
“Go ahead—what?” he asked.
“Beg my pardon. You haven’t yet, you know.”
“Oh, well—all right. I do.”
“But you don’t!” she exclaimed impatiently. “You just stand there and say you do and you don’t!”
“Seems to me you’re mighty particular,” he grumbled.