"My dear girl, has that fellow been annoying you?"
"No, no!" Annie said wildly. "Go away, Mr. Lane, please."
Mr. Lane glanced from one to the other with a laugh. "Ah, I see! A lovers' quarrel," and he followed Master Bobby.
Peter echoed his laugh, and in a tone which would have justified Mr. Lane in knocking him down had he heard.
"So ye 're his dear girl too, are ye? He's a nice gentleman, he is! Ye ought to be proud o' him."
Annie straightened herself with her head thrown back.
"Peter Malone," she burst out, "I came here to 'pologize, 'cause, without meanin' any harm, I thought as I'd hurt yer feelin's an' was owin' an explanation. I niver had anything to do with that groc'ry man nor any other man, an' ye know it as true as ye 're standin' there. Instead o' believin' what I say like a gentleman
