Well, I never was at a loss when we were boy and girl
together." She paused and they heard the sound of music.
"There's a frilly style of talk that belongs with that--down there," she
went on. There was a hint of contempt in her gesture. "But you and I used
to get along better--or worse--with plain speech." The flash of a smile of
her own softened her _moue_.
"I make it serve me well in my affairs," agreed Morrison.
"Do you think I'm airy and notional and stuck up?"
"No!"
"Do you think I'm posing as a know-it-all because I have been about in the
world and have seen and heard?"
"No!"
"But you do think I'm broader and wiser and more open-minded and have
better judgment on matters in general than I had when I was penned up here
in Marion, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"Stewart, you're not helping me much, staring at me and popping those noes
and yesses at me! You make me feel like--but, honestly, I'm not! I don't
intend to seem like that!"
"Eh?"
"Why, like an opinionated lecturer, laying down the law of conduct to you!
I don't mean to do all the talking."
"You'd better, Lana--for the present," he advised, seriously; "If you have
something to say to me, take care and not let me get started on what I
want to say to you.
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