"Will you call me by my first name?" she demanded.
"No. You shall be Miss Saunders to me till you say when."
"And will you ever speak to me, or look at me, as if we were ever anything but the most perfect strangers?"
"It'll be a good deal of a discount from what I told Mrs. Montgomery, but I guess I shall have to promise."
"And you will go in the morning?"
"Sure."
"How soon?"
"Well, I don't like a very early breakfast, but I guess I can get out of the house by about nine, or half-past eight, maybe."
"Then you may stay." Cornelia turned and marched out of the parlor with a state that failed her more and more, the higher she mounted toward her room. If it had been a flight further she would have had to crawl on her hands and knees.
At first she thought she would not go down to dinner, but after a while she found herself very hungry, and she decided she must go for appearance sake at any rate. At the bottom of her heart, too, she was curious to see whether that little wretch would keep his word.