"
"We paired off: that was much better," said Daisy.
"But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker's
wanting me to get into her carriage and drop poor
Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper?
People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind;
he had been talking about that walk for ten days."
"He should not have talked about it at all," said Winterbourne;
"he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country
to walk about the streets with him."
"About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare.
"Where, then, would he have proposed to her to walk?
The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness,
am not a young lady of this country. The young ladies of this
country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn;
I don't see why I should change my habits for THEM."
"I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely.
"Of course they are," she cried, giving him her little smiling stare again.
"I'm a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that
was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl.
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