He lowered his voice, and in a beseeching tone said--"Father's set his heart on our dancing the reel together--please don't give him the reel!" Kate, intent on restoring harmony, arched her neck coyly, and said in her most bewitching tones--the notes of a robin after a shower: "Well, I can't tell yet, Mr.Willits, but you shall have one or the other; just leave it to me--either the reel or the schottische.

We will talk it over when I come down." "Then it's the reel, Miss Kate, is it not ?" he cried, ignoring Harry completely, backing away as he retraced his steps, a look of triumph on his face.
She shook her head at him, but she did not answer.

She wanted to get rid of him as quickly as possible.

Willits had spoiled everything.

She was so happy before he came, and Harry was so adorable.