“How many times have you offered to marry me, and I wouldn’t?”
“I know; but I want us to break off.”
There was silence for a moment or two, while he dug viciously at the earth. She bent her head, pondering. He was an unreasonable child. He was like an infant which, when it has drunk its fill, throws away and smashes the cup. She looked at him, feeling she could get hold of him and WRING some consistency out of him. But she was helpless. Then she cried:
“I have said you were only fourteen — you are only FOUR!”