And you look at me as though I'd done something dreadful.

I haven't done anything." "I--never--said you--had," Mary gulped out.

He rubbed his nose in a way that he had when he was puzzled.
"If it's anything I do, tell me.

It's so silly always crying.

The holidays will be over soon, and you've done nothing but cry." "You're--never--with me--now," Mary sobbed.
"Well, I've been busy." "You haven't.