One is telling the truth.

The other is telling lies.

I have never known you to fail in telling the one when it was a time to tell the other.' Can't you see what a curse it is to mix times that way ?" As one too tired to resist the tide, not accepting, but going with it for the minute because the tide was kindly and the force to withstand it small, the girl, her arm upon the table, her head leaning wearily upon her hand, sat there looking at Katie, that combination of the non-accepting and the unresisting which weariness can breed.
Kate seemed in profound thought.

"Of course, you would naturally be suspicious of me," she broke in as if merely continuing the thinking aloud; Katie's fashion of doing that often made commonplace things seem very intimate--a statement to which considerable masculine testimony could be affixed.

"I don't blame you in the least.