I was afraid you were masterful!" "Was that it ?" cried Tommy.
"Now," she proceeded, too excited to heed his interruptions, "now I know why I would not kiss your hand, now I know why I would not say I liked you.

I was afraid of you, I--" "Were you ?" His eyes began to sparkle, and something very like rapture was pushing the indignation from his face.

"Oh, Grizel, have I a power ower you ?" "No, you have not," she cried passionately.

"I was just frightened that you might have.

Oh, oh, I know you now!" "To think o't, to think o't!" he crowed, wagging his head, and then she clenched her fist, crying, "Oh, you wicked, you should cry with shame!" But he had his answer ready, "It canna be my wite, for I never kent o't till you telled me.