"Certainly; very much."
CHAPTER XXXVII.
SETTLING THE WEDDING DAY.
Mrs. Mason stepped into the hall, and called the little girl, who came bounding gayly in; but when she saw Thrasher, an expression of dislike, beyond her years, crossed her face, and she clung to her mother's side, as if for protection.
"Won't you come and speak to me, Rose?" he asked.
Rose only clung closer to her mother, and hid her head in her dress.
"Go and speak to Mr. Thrasher, child," said Mrs. Mason. "How foolish you are."
"Come, Rose, and see what I have got for you," he added; "such a pretty present."
"I don't want any present," replied the child, her voice sounding smothered and choked.
Thrasher looked so much displeased, that Mrs. Mason angrily commanded the little girl to go and shake hands with him, though all the while she had an evident enjoyment of his discomfiture.