“What has that to do with it?” rejoined Helen smartly. “I would go adventuring with any boy—even ’Lasses.”
“Don’t call him that,” commanded Ruth.
“Pooh! He likes it. Or he used to.”
“He is a nice fellow,” Ruth declared, with more earnestness than there really seemed to be necessity for.
“I—de-clare!” murmured Helen. “Really! Does the wind sit in that quarter?”
CHAPTER XVII
A DETERMINATION
However the wind might sit and whatever may have been her secret opinion of Ruth Fielding’s interest in Chessleigh Copley, Helen suddenly became mute regarding that young man.