"Look here," he stormed, suddenly quite raving, and throwing out his right hand. It would have been terribly dramatic, only he had a glass of punch in it. "I am not going to be played with. And you are not going to jilt me without a reason. Do you mean to deny everything? Are you going to say, for instance, that I never sent you any violets? Or gave you my Photograph, with an--er--touching inscription on it?" Then, appealingly, "You can't mean to deny that Photograph, Bab!" And then that lanky wretch of an Eddie Perkins brought me a toy balloon, and I had to dance, with my heart crushed. Nevertheless, I ate a fair supper. I felt that I needed Strength. It was quite a grown-up supper, with bullion and creamed chicken and baked ham and sandwiches, among other things. But of course they had to show it was a 'kid' party, after all. For instead of coffee we had milk. Milk! When I was going through a tragedy. For if it is not a tragedy to be engaged to a man one never saw before, what is it? All through the refreshments I could feel that his eyes were on me. And I hated him. It was all well enough for Jane to say he was handsome. She wasn't going to have to marry him. I detest dimples in chins. I always have. And anybody could see that it was his first mustache, and soft, and that he took it round like a mother pushing a new baby in a perambulator. It was sickening. I left just after supper. He did not see me when I went upstairs, but he had missed me, for when Hannah and I came down, he was at the door, waiting. Hannah was loaded down with silly favors, and lagged behind, which gave him a chance to speak to me. I eyed him coldly and tried to pass him, but I had no chance. "I'll see you tomorrow, DEAREST," he whispered. "Not if I can help it," I said, looking straight ahead. Hannah had dropped a stocking--not her own. One of the Christmas favors--and was fumbling about for it. "You are tired and unnerved to-night, Bab. When I have seen your father tomorrow, and talked to him----" "Don't you dare to see my father." "----and when he has agreed to what I propose," he went on, without paying any attention to what I had said, "you will be calmer. We can plan things." Hannah came puffing up then, and he helped us into the motor. He was very careful to see that we were covered with the robes, and he tucked Hannah's feet in. She was awfully flattered. Old Fool! And she babbled about him until I wanted to slap her. "He's a nice young man. Miss Bab," she said. "That is, if he's the One. And he has nice manners. So considerate. Many a party I've taken your sister to, and never before----" "I wish you'd shut up, Hannah," I said. "He's a pig, and I hate him." She sulked after that, and helped me out of my things at home without a word. When I was in bed, however, and she was hanging up my clothes, she said: "I don't know what's got into you, Miss Barbara. You are that cross that there's no living with you." "Oh, go away," I said.