Nor were her first words such as to restore his deranged
faculties.
"Oh-h! Aren't you GOGGLESOME!" she cried dizzily.
He raised his hands to the huge brown spectacles.
"Wh--wh--what did you come down for?" he babbled. There was a
distinct note of accusation in the query.
"COME down! I fell!"
"Yes, yes; that may be true--"
"MAY be!"
"Of course, it is true. I--I--I see it's true. I'm awfully sorry."
"Sorry? What for?"
"That you came. That you fell, I mean to say. I--I--I don't really
know what I mean to say."
"No wonder, poor boy! I landed right on you, didn't I?"
"Did you? Something did. I thought it was the mountain."
"You aren't very complimentary," she pouted. "But there! I dare
say I knocked your thoughts all to bits."
"No; not at all. Certainly, I mean. It doesn't matter. See here,"
he said, with an injured sharpness of inquiry born of his own
exasperation at his verbal fumbling, "you said you wouldn't, and
here you are. I ask you, is that fair and honorable?"
"Well, if it comes to that," she countered, "you promised that
you'd never speak to me if you saw me, and here you are telling me
that you don't want me around the place at all.
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