"Oh, I can be even more so," he answered. "In fact, if I want to, I can be about the horridest person there ever was."
"I believe you," she said sincerely. "Once I did rather like you--"
"Indeed? You concealed it amazingly well."
"--but, now I--I--"
"Well, what now?"
"I fairly hate you," she stormed, tugging impatiently at her skirt.
"I am not surprised to hear you say that, Bessie. What is it the poet says?"
"I abominate all poets."
"Let me see. I have it.
"'What ever's done by one so fair
Must ever be most fairly done--'