"You're mistaken," Alice said. "I've never thought anything about it at all."
"Well, well!" he said, and looked at her languidly. "What's the use of being cross with this old man? He always means well." And, extending his arm, he would have given her a friendly pat upon the shoulder but she evaded it. "Well, well!" he said. "Seems to me you're getting awful tetchy! Don't you like your old friends any more?"
"Not all of them."
"Who's the new one?" he asked, teasingly. "Come on and tell us, Alice. Who is it you were holding this chair for?"
"Never mind."
"Well, all I've got to do is to sit here till he comes back; then I'll see who it is."
"He may not come back before you have to go."
"Guess you got me that time," Malone admitted, laughing as he rose. "They're tuning up, and I've got this dance. I am coming around to see you some evening." He moved away, calling back over his shoulder, "Honestly, I am!"
Alice did not look at him.
She had held her tableau as long as she could; It was time for her to abandon the box-trees; and she
