"Come," she said, moving forward, "my father will ask me what I have done to amuse you, and I had better hunt up something to tell him about.

You'll want to see the groves of course--" "Yes, but I'm not going to drag you about with me--" "Come," she repeated; and as he stood his ground obstinately: "Please ?"--with a rising inflection hinting at command.
"Why on earth don't you play tennis and let me sit and watch you ?" he asked, joining and keeping step with her.
"Why do you ask a woman for reasons, Mr.Hamil ?" "It's too bad to spoil your morning--" "I know it; so in revenge I'm going to spoil yours.

Our trip is called 'Seeing Florida,' so you must listen to your guide very attentively.
This is a pomelo grove--thank you," to the negro who opened the gate--"here you see blossoms and ripe fruit together on the same tree.

A few palmettos have been planted here for various agricultural reasons.
This is a camphor bush"-- touching it with her bat--"the leaves when crushed in the palm exhale a delightful fragr--" "Calypso!" She turned toward him with coldest composure.

"_That_ never happened, Mr.Hamil." "No," he said, "it never did." A slight colour remained in his face; hers was cool enough.
"Did you think it happened ?" she asked.