“Now,” said Jan, “I said it was not the peninks.”
“What is not the peninks—the daffodils? I thought you said that the one plant was the same which throws up yellow flowers and white ones.”
“You try not to understand me, Kitty.”
“I am trying hard to understand you, Jan.”
“Look here,” he exclaimed, letting go the gate. Kate did as desired; she looked him full in the face. His mouth was twitching. “Tell me, Kate”—
She waited for him to conclude the sentence, and as he did not, she asked him gently what it was that he desired her to tell him.
“You know already what I mean,” he exclaimed, breathing short and quick.
Kate shook her head.
“Look here, Kitty. My father has given his consent at last, and I am going to be married.”
“I am so glad to hear it, Jan.”