“What are you talking about?” demanded Ruth.
“I saw her,” said Nita. “I saw her push you. She ought to be thrown into the water herself.”
“Hush!” commanded Ruth. “You’re mistaken. You didn’t see straight, my dear.”
“Yes, I did,” declared the Western girl, firmly. “She’s been mean to you, right along. I’ve noticed it. She threw you in.”
“Don’t say such a thing again!” commanded Ruth, warmly. “You have no right.”
“Huh!” said Nita, eyeing her strangely. “It’s your own business, I suppose. But I am not blind.”
“I hope not,” sad Ruth, calmly. “But I hope, too, you will not repeat what you just said–to anyone.”
“Why–if you really don’t want me to,” said Nita, slowly.
“Truly, I don’t wish you to,” said Ruth, earnestly. “I don’t even admit that you are right, mind––”
“Oh, it’s your secret,” said Nita, shortly, and turned away.