Temper--giving way to temper--is a sure sign of defective intelligence or of defective digestion." "Is it about--about Mr.Craig ?" Margaret reddened, dropped to the bench near her sister--evidence that she was willing to talk, to confide--so far as she ever confided her inmost self--to the one person she could trust.
"Has he asked you to marry him ?" "No; not yet." "But he's going to ?" Margaret gave a queer smile.

"He doesn't think so." "He wouldn't dare!" exclaimed Lucia.

"Why, he's not in the same class with you." "So! The little romancer is not so romantic that she forgets her snobbishness." "I mean, he's so rude and noisy.

I DETEST him!" "So do I--at times." Lucia looked greatly relieved.

"I thought you were encouraging him.