"And now I'm dead sure of it.

And if you won't love me back why--there'll be something doing, that's all!" "Yes?
And what would you do, please ?" Her tone was icy, but he somehow felt that the ice was very, very thin, and that her heart beat warm beneath.

She drew herself free, and he let her go.
"I dunno," he confessed whimsically.

"But Lordy me! I'd sure do something!" "Look for comfort in that jug, I suppose you mean ?" "No, I don't mean that." He stopped and considered, his forehead creased as if he were half angry at the imputation.

"I'm pretty sure of where I stand, on that subject.