Run along, Joany." He couldn't have hurt her more awfully whatever he had said.

To be treated like a naughty girl! But it served her right, and she knew it.
Her plea had come back like a boomerang.
"Well, have a good time," she said, with her chin high.

"I shall see you again some day, I suppose," and she went out.
It was no use.

She had lost him--she had lost him, just as she had discovered that she wanted him.

There was a girl with a white face and red lips and hair that came out of a bottle.