I have a thousand
things to tell you."
The slight, shifting frown on her face steadied itself. She gave him a
swift glance, then avoided his amorous eyes.
"Oh, I couldn't do that, _even for you_," she faltered. "They have
asked me to sing in a quartette. That is why I put on this dress. The
other girls are going to fix up a little."
"Then you won't oblige me?"
"I can't. I simply can't. It would be deceitful, and I am not a bit
like that. I'm just what I am, open and aboveboard in everything. And
that is why I know--_feel_ that I did not act right last night."
"There you go again," he cried, lightly, forcing a laugh. "When will
you ever drop that? You say you love me, and I _know_ I love you, so
why should you _not_ let me kiss you? I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll
order a horse and buggy sent out from Ridgeville this afternoon, and
we will take a nice drive over the mountain."
"To-day?--not to-day," Dolly said, firmly. "There is to be an
afternoon service at the church. I'd be a pretty thing driving about
the country with a handsome city man while all the other girls were--
oh, it never would do! I'm sorry, but I couldn't think of it. People
talk about a school-teacher more than any one else, and this valley is
full of malicious gossips.
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