"Because," continued the Dryad, flushing, "I was generous enough to think only of capturing the butterflies, while all the time it appears you were thinking of something else. How sordid!" she added, scornfully.
"You admit I won the bet?" persisted that meanest of men.
"I admit nothing, Mr. Jones."
"Didn't I win the bet?"
Silence.
"Didn't I——"
"Goodness, yes!" cried the Dryad. "Now what are you going to do about it?"
"You said," observed Jones, "that you would forfeit anything I desired. Didn't you?"
The Dryad looked at him, then looked away.
"Didn't you?"