“I’m not sure I’m going to stay engaged to you,” announced the young woman coolly, walking at the opposite edge of the path from him.
“Now that ain’t any way to talk.”
“You needn’t lecture me. I’m not your wife and I don’t think I’m going to be,” cut in Nora, whose temper was ruffled on account of having had to wait for him as well as for other reasons.
“Y’u surely wouldn’t make me sue y’u for breach of promise, would y’u?” he demanded, with a burlesque of anxiety that was the final straw.
Nora turned on her heel and headed for the house.
“Now don’t y’u get mad at me, honey. I was only joking,” he explained as he pursued her.
“You think you can laugh at me all you please. I’ll show you that you can’t,” she informed him icily.
“Sho! I wasn’t laughing at y’u. What tickled me—”
“I’m not interested in your amusement, Mr. McWilliams.”
“What’s the use of flying out about a little thing like that? Honest, I don’t even know what you’re mad at me for,” the perplexed foreman averred.