"Isn't that funny?
You and me--who used to fight like cat and dog! Do you remember the time I pushed you into the old mud-hole?
And you lay in wait for me, behind the house, to hit me with a rotten cabbage ?" "Yes, I remember," replied Columbine, dreamily.

"It seems so long ago." "And the time you ate my pie, and how I got even by tearing off your little dress, so you had to run home almost without a stitch on ?" "Guess I've forgotten that," replied Columbine, with a blush.

"I must have been very little then." "You were a little devil....

Do you remember the fight I had with Moore--about you ?" She did not answer, for she disliked the fleeting expression that crossed his face.

He remembered too well.
"I'll settle that score with Moore," he went on.