“And I said ‘No.’”
“You had made up your mind already?”
“I knew I must say ‘No.’ Do you know, sir, Jan thought that silver peninks came from daffodil roots.”
“Oh! and accordingly you could not say ‘Yes’?”
“It was silly; was it not?”
“And that was your real, true reason for saying ‘No’?”
Kitty looked down.
“You are not angry with me, sir?”
“No. Are your relations so?”
“Yes; uncle and aunt are dreadfully vexed, and that is what has made me cry. I came home wishing to do everything to please them, and the first thing I did was to make them angry and call me a little viper they had brought up in their bosom. You do not think I did wrong? You are not angry also?”