"I think so," he says. "I'm glad you do."
"I meant the car," I says; and then I was afraid I'd made another mistake, like I had with Mr. Ember, and that the car was what the little young man had meant, too.
But he was looking at me and laughing.
"You're awfully sure what you mean, aren't you?" he says. "Are you always that sure?"
I kept thinking that he was Mr. Carney's nephew, and that Mr. Carney was Mr. Ember's friend. I wanted to answer him like I knew Mr. Ember would like. I'd answered him saucy when he first spoke to me, but that was part because I was embarrassed. So I didn't say anything at all. I didn't care whether he thought I was a country girl and a stick or not. I wanted to act nice.
"What made you run away from me yesterday?" he says.
"Yesterday?" I ask' him.
"At Gordon's studio," he says. "You don't mean to say you've forgotten that I spoke to you when you stood in the doorway? And you ran away."
I ask' him, before I meant to, "Was Mr. Ember there?"