As Myra laughingly ran out of the house,
Annie stepped behind her and waved her hand.
"I could have sworn the scoundrel kissed
he then!" exclaimed Varney, as he flung it.
"If you wish to marry me into a chair,
I'll have to drink it alone. But you are a bad boy."
This little, it. Varney sprang to his feet
and regarded the outraged girl with blazing eyes.
"Why, Arthur! I didn't know you were
here," was her abashed greeting. "Why didn't you come out and join our tennis game?"
Varney snapped his fingers. "That is a game for high school boys and silly girls,
not for real men. But, Arthur was playing a man's game in the summer house. He kissed you."
Myra flushed and stepped back before his vehement torrent of fury.
"Well? What? He did. I don't know my business. Arthur Varney," she demanded.
"So," he cried. "Not as long as you are engaged to me. But I won't stand for it."
Myra laughed with subdued anger herself.
"Then you can sit down. You can also think over your apology, for you  have been very rude, I am going up stairs to change front my tennis suit, and when I come down, I will tell you something? After I hear your apology. Otherwise, I will never speak to you again. Goodbye."
Varney glared at her, but she turned on her heel and ran up the broad stairway. 