“I never knew you were like this,” she said.
“How do you mean?”
“Why, I don't know. I've always heard that you didn't like girls; that you were—you know—kind of horrid.”
“I haven't liked very many girls.”
“I'll tell you something, if you won't tell. You won't think it's funny, will you?”
“Sure not.”
“Well, I used to be afraid of you.”
“Ain't you now?”
“No—that is, not very much.”
“What makes you afraid of me?”