How little he understood her! "That's what I said." "You're not my boss yet, Mister Jack Belllounds," she flashed, her spirit rising.

He could irritate her as no one else.
"I soon will be.

And what's a matter of a week or a month ?" he went on, calming down a little.
"I've promised, yes," she said, feeling her face blanch, "and I keep my promises....

But I didn't say when.

If you talk like that to me it might be a good many weeks--or--or months before I name the day." "_Columbine!_" he cried, as she turned away.