“Pirates!” repeated Ruth.
“Smugglers, then. Your own Chess Copley says they may be smugglers, you know.”
“I wish you would not speak in that way, Helen,” objected Ruth. “He is not my Chess Copley——or anything else.”
“Well, he certainly isn’t mine,” retorted Helen, with more gaiety. “I can’t say I approve of him—and I long since told you why.”
“I believe you are unfair, Helen,” said Ruth seriously.
“Dear me! if you don’t care anything about him, why are you so anxious to have me change my opinion of ’Lasses?”
“For your own sake,” said her friend shortly.
“I wonder! For my sake?”
“Yes. Because you are not naturally unfair—and Chess feels it.”
“Oh, he does, does he?” snapped Helen. “I hope he does. Let him feel!”