"Well, you didn't! That is—not much. I'd been thinking of you—and I glanced up and saw you. You're stopping at Molly's I suppose."
"Yes."
"When did you arrive?"
"L-last night," he admitted.
"What! And didn't call me up! I refuse to believe it of you!"
She really seemed indignant, and he followed her into the pretty house where presently she became slightly mollified by his exuberant admiration of the place.
"Are you in earnest?" she said. "Do you really think it so pretty? If you do I'll take you upstairs and show you my room, and the three beautiful spick and span guest rooms. But you'll never occupy one!" she added, still wrathful at his apparent neglect of her. "I don't want anybody here who isn't perfectly devoted to me. And it's very plain that you are not."
He mildly insisted that he was but she denied it, hotly.
"And I shall never get over it," she added. "But you may come upstairs and see what you have missed."
They went over the renovated house thoroughly; she, secretly enchanted at his admiration and praise of everything, pointed out any object that seemed to have escaped his attention merely to hear him approve it. Finally she relented.