It was unconventional and picturesque as her gestures. So at
least thought Mr. Stacey, and it emboldened him to further gallantry.
"Well, Miss Cressy, as my business with your father to-day was to try to
effect a compromise of his boundary claims, perhaps you might accept my
services in your own behalf."
"Which means," responded the young lady pertly, "the same thing to ME
as to Paw. No trespassers but yourself. Thank you, sir." She twirled
lightly on her heel and dropped him that exaggerated curtsey known to
the school-children as a "cheese." It permitted in its progress the
glimpse of a pretty little slipper which completed his subjugation.
"Well, if it's only a fair compromise," he began laughingly.
"Compromise means somebody giving up. Who is it?" she asked.
The infatuated Stacey had reached the point of thinking this repartee if
possible more killing than his own.
"Ha! That's for Miss Cressy to say."
But the young lady leaning back against the lintel with the comfortable
ease of being irresponsibly diverted, sagely pointed out that that was
the function of the arbitrator.
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