"It's this: you've got a bad case of swelled head.

You're one of them kind of female critters which want to run things their own way.
You're--" Her laugh interrupted him.

"We won't argue that again, if you please.
If you remember, you had something to say on that subject last night, and I want you to know that I haven't the slightest desire to hear your opinion of me.

Won't you sit down ?" She invited again, motioning to a chair beside the table, opposite hers.

"If you absolutely refuse to eat, I presume there is no help for it, though even if you had dinner in Lazette you must be hungry now, for a ride of twenty miles is a strict guarantee of appetite.