Sally, bent upon the one purpose, had not thought of sitting down. She stood squarely before Fox, her fingers interlocked before her, and gazed up into his face. Fox shifted his weight to the other foot as she asked the question. Then he laughed a little.
"I give it to you! What an idea!"
"But do you?" Sally insisted. "You haven't said you don't."
"Let's sit down, Sally," said Fox, attempting a diversion. "Aren't you tired?"
"No, I'm not. But you sit down if you want to. Excuse me for keeping you standing."
Fox found a chair and seated himself comfortably. Sally again faced him, still standing.
"Aren't you going to sit down?" asked Fox, seemingly surprised. "Please do. I can't be satisfied to sit, with you standing." He placed a chair for her.
"All right," Sally moved the chair around so that she would face him, and sat down.
"What a lovely summer day, Sally!" he said. "Isn't it, now?"
Sally laughed. She would not be diverted. "Yes," she said. "But you haven't answered my question."