kitchen, "There's only one girl in this world for me." Annie's lip quivered slightly as she heard him; a week before she had laughed at the same song, but as affairs stood now, it was insulting.
The peas finished, Nora gathered the yellow bowl under her arm and returned to the kitchen, where she concentrated her attention upon Annie and the silver.
"I'm thinkin' ye must be in love!" she declared. "Ye 've cleaned that same spoon three times while I 've been watchin', an' ye did n't count the plates right last night for dinner, an' ye forgot to give 'em any butter for breakfast."
Annie blushed guiltily at this damning array of evidence, and then she laughed. "If it's in love I am whiniver I forget things, then I must a-been in love since I was out o' the cradle."
"An' there's him as would be in love with you, if ye'd only act dacent to him—and I'm not meanin' the painter."
