You ought to see that I'm very unhappy.

I'm the oldest girl at Miss Waring's--locked up there with a lot of little pigeons that coo every time you look at them.

They treat me as though I were their grandmother." "Why don't you say all these things to your father ?" asked Harwood, trying to laugh.

"I dare say he'll do anything you like.

But please cheer up; those people over there will think we're having a terrible quarrel." The fact that they were drawing the glances of Miss Bosworth's party pleased her; she had been perfectly conscious of it all the time.
"Well, they won't think you're making _love_ to me, Mr.Harwood; there's that to console you." And she added icily, settling back in her chair as her father approached, "I hope you understand that I'm not even leading you on!".