HILDA. What did you say?
JAMIE [_doggedly_]. I didn't say anything.
HILDA [_coming a little closer_]. You did, too, and I want to know what
it was.
JAMIE [_impatiently_]. I didn't say anything, I tell you!
HILDA [_choking up again_]. That's right; now be ugly; just as though
it were my fault; when you yourself suggested that we sit here.
JAMIE. I didn't think it would be for all night!
HILDA [_sticking to the point_]. Well you did suggest it, didn't you?
JAMIE [_jerking his head_]. Oh, I suppose so! [_He sits with his elbows
on his knees, his chin in his hands, and gazes at the rising light._]
HILDA. I'm just as tired as you are.
JAMIE [_sneeringly_]. Yes, I've no doubt!
HILDA [_hopelessly_]. Oh, Jamie!
JAMIE [_with a fiendishly sarcastic grin that she doesn't see between
her fingers_]. And you're catching cold, too.
HILDA [_recovering_]. Why, I'm not either; what makes you say that?
JAMIE [_with withering sarcasm_]. Oh, aren't you? I thought you were--by
the sniffles!
HILDA [_with some return of her former spirit_]. You're a mean, horrid,
old thing, just as mean and horrid as you can be; and I'll never speak
to you again as long as I live!
JAMIE [_significantly_]. Oh, I guess you will.
HILDA. Well, I won't.
JAMIE [_gleefully_]. There, didn't I tell you you would?
HILDA. Well, I won't again.
JAMIE. Oh, you won't, eh?