She liked
to talk to her betrothed about it, to impress it upon him, warming to
an eloquence that allayed her own unrest.
"I don't know why I don't like him. You can't always tell why you like
or dislike a person. It's just something that comes and you don't know
why."
"But it seems so childish and unfair. I don't like my girl to be
unfair. Has he ever done anything or said anything to you that
offended you?"
She gave a petulant movement: "No, but he thinks so much of himself,
and he's hard and has no feeling, and-- Oh, I don't know--it's just
that I don't like him."
David laughed:
"It's all prejudice. You can't give any real reason."
"Of course I can't. Those things don't always have reasons. You're
always asking for reasons and I never have any to give you."
"I'll have to teach you to have them."
She looked slantwise at him smiling. "I'm afraid that will be a great
undertaking. I'm very stupid about learning things. You ask father
and Daddy John what a terrible task it was getting me educated. The
only person that didn't bother about it was this one"--she laid a
finger on her chest-- "She never cared in the least.
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