Do try and be a little more moderate in your
demands. Would it please you to have me spend the whole afternoon in
forgiving you?"
Allan laughed--a blithe contented little laugh. "Any way that you like
to spend the afternoon will please me," he said, "so long as I am not
deprived of your presence. Oh, not _that_ way," he added, as a little
frown crept between her golden-brown eyebrows, "that way excepted."
"Very well. I'll not frown at you, but you must promise not to come so
near again to the verge of a compliment."
"I promise. Anything to keep a frown from marring the--I mean from
your face. But the difficulty is to think of anything that is as easy
to say."
"You might better remind me of my faults."
"Oh, you could scarcely expect me to be eloquent on that subject. I
didn't know that they exist--that is to say, I am incapable of
speaking upon a subject so wide reaching and profound. Are they like
unto the snow-flakes for multitude?"
"No, not quite so numerous, but far worse in quality. For instance,
the other day I never smiled at papa the least bit when I said, good
morning!"
"Horrible! what an unnatural daughter!"
"It was because he wouldn't let me dance as often as I wanted to the
night before.
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