He was a great big man--oh, _so_ handsome!--and he was looking at poor little me as though he would eat me up.

And the moment I saw him I was frightened out of my poor little wits, for I knew he was coming to save my life." "You poor little puss! what put such an idea as that into your ridiculous little head ?" "Oh, I knew it--second-sight, you know.

We've got Scotch blood, Kitty darling, you know.

So, you know, I sat, and I saw that he was pretending not to see me, and not to be following us; but all the time he was taking good care to keep behind us, when he could easily have passed us, and all to get a good look at poor me, you know.
"Well," continued Minnie, drawing a long breath, "you know I was awfully frightened; and so I sat looking at him, and I whispered all the time to myself: 'Oh, please don't!--ple-e-e-e-e-ease don't! Don't come and save my life! Ple-e-e-e-e-ease let me alone! I don't want to be saved at all.' I said this, you know, all to myself, and the more I said it the more he seemed to fix his eyes on me." "It was very, very rude in him, _I_ think," said Mrs.Willoughby, with some indignation.
"No, it wasn't," said Minnie, sharply.

"He wasn't rude at all.