"It is a long walk," I said, "and through the heat."
"Yes, but it is lovely here. Oh, you'll want to sit down and rest."
"That ain't a bit fair, Ruth Gaynor! You'll break up the play."
"Here's Betty March—she'll take my place."
"Oh, yes, you're very fine going off with a boy. Betty don't know how to play."
"If it's telling riddles, I guess I do," rather indignantly, returned Betty.
"But it's guessing them."
"I don't believe that'll puzzle me. I've heard every riddle in Chicago."
"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed a dozen voices in chorus.
We passed on.