You don't think much of me, as it is, and that would make you like me worse still." She tossed her head nervously, and swung her arms with the awkward restlessness which always denoted some strong feeling in her.
"Come, Harriet, this is too bad," Julian exclaimed, smiling.

"Why, I shall have to quarrel with you, to prove that we're good friends." "I wish you _would_ quarrel with me sometimes," said the girl, laughing in a forced way.

"You take all my bad-temper always just in the same quiet way.

I'd far rather you fell out with me.

It's treating me too like a child, as if it didn't matter how I went on, and I wasn't anything to you." Of late, Harriet had been getting much into the habit of this ambiguous kind of remark when in her cousin's company.