Come, let us be friends.

Surely you don't want any enemies here, where there are only a handful of us, all told." "I want you to leave me alone." She tried to move away from him, but he caught her by the arm and tried to hold her hands.

Grace and Nellie were out of sight, the one having gone into the house for some dishes, and the other to the spring for some water.
"Say that you'll be friends, and I'll let you go," he said, drawing her closer.
"I won't be friends with you, Dan Baxter, so there!" she cried.

"Now let me go!" And she tried to push him away.
"You--you little cat!" he cried, and then, as she let out a loud cry, he let go of her.

"What a little fool you are!" And he walked away to the trees, and threw himself down to rest.
Red in the face and ready to cry, Dora ran into the house.