'I will not gratify you this time, if I can help it,' said Hazel laughing a little. 'Somebody must be headthat is plain, isn't it? and if it is you, it is not I. And before Christmas just that last part got hold of me,and since Christmas'
'Finish it! Since Christmas?'
'Since Christmas I have taken the first part into consideration,'
Hazel said demurely.
Perhaps Dane thought illogical treatment was the best, or his patience gave out; for he answered with passionate kisses all over Hazel's face.
'My little Wych!' said he'do you think you are less head at
Chickaree than you used to be?'
She answered shyly, arching her brows. 'Yes. Of course.'
'Don't you like it?' said he audaciously.
'That? No. I think not. Why should I, if you please?'
'You are head, just because I am head. More than ever; because you have my strength to back your decisions. Now let us go, wherever you want opt take me.'
Wych Hazel's lips curled in a pretty laugh.