"Fifty cents."
"I mean to have one of 'em. I'll hunt up mother and come back." With that the girl dashed into the crowd.
"Profitable customer!" sneered Lottie.
Just then there was a rush to the table, and Kathie was kept very busy for ten minutes or so, while Lottie went over to Mrs. Wilder's table and began to "take off" Kathie's young woman, as she called her. It sounded very funny to the group of girls, exaggerated a little by Lottie's love of a good story.
Half an hour afterwards, when Kathie had almost forgotten, the girl came dragging her mother rather unwillingly up to the table.
"Here she is! I've made her come, though she said fust she wouldn't. But you was so real sweet to me that I couldn't give it up."
Kathie recognized the identical purple bonnet and dull red roses, and she flushed a little at the woman's sharp scrutiny.
"You ain't the one that laughed awhile ago," she said, the features relaxing a little. "City gals may think themselves a heap finer than country folk, but I can see bad manners as quick as the next one."