"
"So did he."
Farnsworth shrugged his broad shoulders, as if to say that what
Peyton wanted was a matter of utter indifference to him. "Go on," he
said briefly, "tell me what it's all about."
"I don't know what you mean! What's all WHAT about?"
"The way you're treating me. The last time I saw you was last
winter; at the Hepworths' wedding, to be exact. We were friends
then,--good friends. Then I came up here,--yesterday. I threw your
own flowers in at your window, and you came and smiled at me and
said you were glad to see me. Didn't you?"
"Yes," said Patty, in a faint little voice.
"Yes, you DID. And then,--then, Apple Blossom, when you came down
stairs later, playing May Queen, you scarcely looked at me! you
scarcely spoke to me! You wouldn't dance with me!"
"But you only asked me because--"
"Don't tell that story again! Because Adele told me to ask you, is
utter rubbish, and you know it! That isn't why you wouldn't dance
with me. No-sir-ee! You had some other reason, some foolish crazy
reason, in your foolish crazy little noddle! Now out with it! Tell
me what it is! Own up, Posy-Face. You heard something or imagined
something about me, that doesn't please your ladyship, and I have a
right to know what it is.
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