"I don't. I like the other a great deal the best."
"He wasn't very glad to see us," said Elizabeth.
"Why wasn't he? Yes he was. He was as glad as the other one."
"The other one didn't care twopence about it."
"And what did this one care?"
"He cared, —" said Elizabeth.
"Well, I like he should — the other one don't care about anything."
"Yes he does," said Elizabeth.
"I shall give Mr. Haye a hint —that he had better not send you here another summer," said Rose wittily; — "there is no telling what anybody will care for. I wouldn't have thought it of you."
"Can't you be sensible about anything!" said Elizabeth, with a sort of contemptuous impatience. "If I had anybody else to talk to, I would not give you the benefit of my thoughts. I tell them to you because I have nobody else; and I really wish you could make up your mind to answer me as I deserve; — or not at all."