"Who are you angry with now?" said her cousin.
"Nobody."
"Yes you are, you are angry with me."
"It is of no sort of use to be angry with you."
"Why?"
"Because I believe you could not be wise if you were to try."
"I think it is my place to be angry now," said Miss Rose; giving no other indication of it however than a very slight pouting of her under lip. "And all because I said 'stupid!' Well I don't care — they are all stupid —Rufus was as stupid this afternoon as he could be; and there is no need, for he can be anything else. He was as stupid as he could be."
"What have you to do with Rufus?" said Elizabeth stamping slightly.
"Just what you have to do with Winthrop — amuse myself."
"You know I don't!" said Elizabeth. "How dare you say it! I do not choose to have such things said to me. You know, if that was all, that Winthrop does not amuse anybody — nobody ever sees him from meal-time to meal-time. You find Rufus very amusing, and he can talk very well, considering; but nobody knows whether the other one can be amusing, for ho never tried, so far as I know."