I honestly believe we could put it through! And don't you see that it would be the most fascinating--altogether jolliest sort of thing for us to try?
It would be a game--a lark--the very best kind of sport!" She saw in an instant that she had wounded her.

"I'm sorry; I would like very much to do something for you after all this.

But I am afraid this is sport I cannot furnish you.

I am not--I'm not feeling just like--a lark." "Now do you _see_ ?" Kate demanded with turbulent gesture.

"Talk about balling things _up_! I like you; I want you to stay; and when I come in here and try and induce you to stay what do I do but muddle things so that you'll probably walk right out of the house! Why was I born like that ?" she demanded in righteous resentment.
"'Katherine,' a worldly-wise aunt of mine said to me once, 'you have two grave faults.