I begged you to--to..." "You never did," interrupted Sally furiously.

That hint had been a spark.
"I couldn't have dreamed it," I protested, in a passion to be earnest, yet tingling with the fun of it.

"That day when I--didn't I ask..." "If my memory serves me correctly, you didn't ask anything," she replied, with anger and scorn now struggling with mirth.
"But, Sally, I meant to.

You understood me?
Say you didn't believe I could take that liberty without honorable intentions." That was too much for Sally.

She jumped at her horse, made the quickest kind of a mount, and was off like a flash.
"Stop me if you can," she called back over her shoulder, her face alight and saucy.
"Russ, go after her," said Miss Sampson.