And when he's there, he's grumpy, like all the rest." She was saying the things she had told herself, on the way up, that she would DIE rather than say; to Miss Georgie, of all people.
"I expect he's pretty worried, chicken, over that land business." Miss Georgie offered her candy, and Evadna waved the box from her impatiently, as if her spirits were altogether too low for sweets.
"Well, I'm very sure I'M not to blame for those men being there," she retorted petulantly.

"He"-- she hesitated, and then plunged heedlessly on--"he acts just as if I weren't anybody at all.

I'm sure, if he expects me to be a doll to be played with and then dumped into a corner where I'm to smile and smile until he comes and picks me up again--" "Now, chicken, what's the use of being silly ?" Miss Georgie turned her head slightly away, and stared out of the window.

"He's worried, I tell you, and instead of sulking because he doesn't stay and make love--" "Well, upon my word! Just as if I wanted--" "You really ought to help him by being kind and showing a little sympathy, instead--" "It appears that the supply of sympathy--" "Instead of making it harder for him by feeling neglected and letting him see that you do.

My Heavens above!" Miss Georgie faced her suddenly with pink cheeks.