"You do not soffer," she retorted, mimicking his tone. "You only
eetch! You wish me to sympathize."
"See here, Miss Chiquita, may I call on you?"
"Oh!" She lifted her brows in amazement. "Such ideas! Of a
certainly not."
"Why?"
"You do not onderstand. Our young men do not do those things."
"Then I'll do whatever is customary--really I will, but--I'm
awfully anxious to see you again--and--'
"I do not know you--My father--"
"I'll look up Mr. Chiquita and be introduced."
At this the young lady began to rock back and forth in an abandon
of merriment. The idea, it seemed, was too utterly ridiculous for
words. Her silvery laughter filled the glade and caused the
jealous waterfall to cease its music.
"No, no," she said, finally. "It is impossible. Besides, I am
doing penance. I can see no one. In the city I cannot even sit
upon the balcony." She fetched a palpably counterfeit sigh, which
ended in a titter.
Never had Kirk beheld such a quaintly mischievous, such a madly
tantalizing creature.
"Say! You're not really going to marry that fellow!" he exclaimed,
with considerable fervor.
She shrugged her shoulders wearily. "I suppose so. One cannot
forever say no, and there are many reasons--"
"Oh, that's the limit.
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