"How dare you suggest--?
How dare you even think-- ?" She sprang to her feet and started at a rapid pace towards the house.
Her head was poised defiantly.

Meldon, though he could only see her back, felt certain that her chin was in the air.

Callaghan, who had retired with his scythe to the middle of the lawn, stopped mowing and stared after Miss King.

Then he laid down his scythe and approached Meldon.
"Were you telling her," he asked, "of the match you had laid out for her ?" "No," said Meldon, with a broad smile, "I wasn't." "From the look of her," said Callaghan, "I thought maybe you might." "Well, I wasn't.

All I was trying to make plain to her was that she couldn't marry me." "I'd say," said Callaghan, "that she seen that plain enough, however it was that you put it to her." "I thought it better to make it quite clear at once," said Meldon.
"She was looking at me in a kind of way you'd hardly understand." "I might, then," said Callaghan, still grinning.
"You would not," said Meldon.