"You said," she spoke with immense deliberation, "that I loved myself best." "Well ?" said Bertie.
"Well," she said, and took up her basket as one on the point of departure, "it wasn't true.

There!" "Dot!" His hand was on the basket too.

He stopped her without touching her.

"Dot!" he said again.
Dot's eyes began to soften, a dimple showed suddenly near the corner of her mouth.

"You shouldn't tell lies, Bertie," she said.
And that was the last remark she made for several seconds, unless the smothered protests that rose against Bertie's lips could be described as such.