“Well of all things! Nathan Forge! And do you think I’d marry a man who worked in a smelly tannery?”
“Your father does!”
“My father owns it. It’s different. Now I know you’re crazy! I bet your father hit you over the head and made you crazy! I’ve heard of such things. And if you don’t get out of my way I’m going to scream!”
“Bernie—don’t go off mad! I ain’t crazy, Bernie——”
“When I get married it’s going to be a millionaire. And he’s not going to dress like a tramp, or go around with freckles, or need a hair-cut, or be so slow when I let him kiss me he makes me feel I was doing something wicked.”
“Bernie—you said in your letters you l-l-loved me! You said——”
“Oh, can’t you take a joke? That was just for fun, and besides, we aren’t grown up so it didn’t mean anything, anyhow!”
“You were only foolin’?”
“Well, I didn’t suppose you’d take it serious—in such a foolish way as this. Why, my father would horsewhip you if he even dreamed you’d asked such a thing.”
“Bernie—you aren’t—you aren’t—playing fair.”