'What little things, Hazel?' and there was the force of a dozen "dears" and "my loves" in the quiet intonation.
'I thought for a while that you had told her to talk to me. As you did once before.'
A quick look denied all knowledge of such an occasion.
'At Greenbushthat night,' said Hazel.
'That night,' said Dane smiling again. 'But I did not set her to talk to you then. I only sent her to do what I supposed at the moment she might do more acceptably.'
'I know'said Hazel, 'but I never could take second-hand orders. That was one of the times when you made a mistake in your dealings with me.'
'Well? You know I shall not make such mistakes any more. And yet, Hazel,' said he growing grave, 'that is too much for me to say even lightly. Perhaps I shall make mistakes. Till we have lived long enough together to know each other thoroughly, I might. What will you do then?'
She laughed a little, half raised her eyes, and let them fall. 'No,' she said, 'you will not repeat those two or three great ones; and others do not matter.'
'Two or three!' said Dane; but then he began again.'What was the other "little thing" that annoyed you in Prim's words the other night?'
'About as wise as the first! I never supposed you noticed my dress,or would,while I kept out of yellow feathers and sky blue gloves. But Prim left a sort of impression, that if ever you should, it would be to dislike it. And that troubled me a little bit at the time, and has troubled mejust a little bitever since.'