"Dick! How can you be so horrid ?" He shrugged his shoulders as he walked to the door.

"I was--a big fool," he said very bitterly.
The door closed upon him.

Netta stood staring at it, tragic and tear-stained.
Suddenly she stamped her foot and whirled round in a rage.

"I won't be treated like a naughty child! I won't--I won't! I'll write to my Arabian Knight--I'll write now--and tell him how wretched I am! If Dick objects to our friendship I'll just leave him, that's all.

I was a donkey ever to marry him.