"Now, the pigeon is, of course, a Zeppelin;
whereas the sea urchin is obviously a balloon; and the thistledown
an undirigible--"
"You're making fun of me!" she accused, with sharp enlightenment.
"What else have you done to me ever since we met?" he inquired
mildly.
"Now I AM angry! I shall go home at once."
A second far-away PLOP! set a period to her decision.
"So shall I," said he briskly.
"Does that signal mean hurry up?" she asked curiously.
"Well, it means that I'm wanted. You go first. When will you come
again?"
"Not at all."
"Do you mean that?"
"Of course. I'm angry. Didn't I tell you that? I don't permit
people to make fun of me. Besides, you must come and see me next.
You owe me two calls. Will you?"
"I--I--don't know."
"Afraid?"
"Rather."
"Then you must surely come and conquer this cowardice. Will you
come to-morrow?"
"No; I don't think so."
Miss Brewster opened wide her eyes upon him. She was little
accustomed to have her invitations, which she issued rather in the
manner of royal commands, thus casually received. Had the offender
been any other of her acquaintance, she would have dropped the
matter and the man then and there.
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