"
"I'm so sorry," he was saying. "Your brother didn't mean anything by it,
little girl. He was just teasing."
"He wasn't," returned Juliet, wiping her eyes. "Don't you think I know
when he's teasing and when he isn't? I'm not a lady; I'm only a tomboy,
and now he's gone away with her and left me all alone."
"You'll never be alone if I can help it," he assured her, fervently.
"Look here, do you suppose you could ever learn to like me?"
"Why, I like you now--I've always liked you."
"I know, but I don't mean that. Do you think you could ever like me a
whole lot? Enough to marry me, I mean?"
"Why, I don't know--I never thought--" Juliet's voice trailed off into
an inarticulate murmur of astonishment.
"Won't you try?" he pleaded. "Oh, Juliet, I've loved you ever since I
first saw you!"
The high colour surged into her face. He was not joking--he meant every
word. Even Juliet could see that.
"Won't you try, dear? That's all I'll ask for, now."
"Why, yes," she said, her wide blue eyes fixed upon his. "I'd try almost
anything--for you, but I'm only a tomboy.
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