“Ahem! I must warn you girls to be less boisterous,” advised their father.
“Why, you sound as though you were almost afraid of this cowgirl, Pa,” said Belle, curiously.
“No, no!” protested Mr. Starkweather, hurriedly.
“Pa’s so easy,” complained Hortense. “If I had my way I wouldn’t let her stay the day out.”
“But where would she go?” almost whined Mr. Starkweather.
“Back where she came from.”
“Perhaps the folks there don’t want her,” said Belle.
“Of course she’s a pauper,” observed Hortense.
“Give her some money and send her away, Pa,” begged Belle.
“You ought to. She’s not fit to associate with Flossie. You know just how Floss picks up every little thing——”