you," was the reply, with a marked emphasis on the noun.
"How long are you going to keep up this nonsense, Penelope?"
She shrugged her shoulders impatiently and pouted her lips, but made no reply.
"Do you know you are a very foolish girl sometimes? You cheat yourself and me out of happiness. You know down in your heart you never doubt my faith to you. What pleasure you get from pretending that you do, I can't imagine. Come, be reasonable. Don't cultivate a bad temper."
"Hum! I should not think you would care what I did if I am unreasonable, bad tempered, foolish, suspicious—is that all?" mockingly. "I am glad to know your honest opinion of me. Doubtless, that cheap looking girl you were with last night is more amiable."
"I imagine she is, Penelope," Dick said, dejectedly and out of patience. "I have loved
