"You did not know it was the cow-nettle, eh?"
"You enjoy seeing me suffer," he said, patiently.
"You do not soffer," she retorted, mimicking his tone. "You only eetch!
You wish me to sympathize."
"See here, Miss Chiquita, may I call on you?"
"Oh!" She lifted her brows in amazement. "Such ideas! Of a certainly not."
"Why?"
"You do not onderstand. Our young men do not do those things."
"Then I'll do whatever is customary—really I will, but—I'm awfully anxious to see you again—and—'
"I do not know you—My father—"
"I'll look up Mr. Chiquita and be introduced."