"As though I care what you think."
"And I know you think you are very pretty, so we agree again."
"You think I am conceited."
"I know you have good reason to think well of yourself," answered Moore, sweetly.
"Indeed, sir?"
"Indeed, ma'am, for are you not favored with the undying devotion of one Thomas Moore?"
"Oh," said Bessie, disappointed.
Moore approached her chair and, circling round it, tried to make her look him in the face, but she foiled all his attempts by twisting from side to side like a sulky schoolgirl.
"You 'll choke yourself, Bessie," he said, apprehensively. "You 'll have a neck like a corkscrew before long."
"There would be no danger if you would cease intruding yourself upon my meditation," snapped the girl, crossly.