"I'll run away if I want to!" And again, bitterly, "I don't care!" "Run away!" Juliana fairly bayed the words.

She made running away seem to be something nice people never, never did.
"I don't care!" repeated the fugitive, dully.
There was a finality about it that gave Juliana pause.

She had expected a crumpling, but the offender did not crumple.

It seemed another tack must be taken.
"Indeed ?" she inquired, almost cooingly.

"And may I ask if this absurd young creature was to accompany you on your--your travels ?" She indicated the gowned Wilbur, who would then have gone joyously to his reward, even as had Jonas Whipple.