“Why––this thing to-night,” he groped.
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew Mr. Hogg,” the indignant girl flung out.
“There, Gladwin––that’s a clincher––you don’t know Hogg.”
Whitney Barnes was up to his ears in clover.
“How do you know I don’t know him?” asked Gladwin, a little wildly.
“Why, how could you?” said Helen, accusingly.
“How could I know Mr. Hogg?”
“Yes.”
“Why, just go out to his pen, introduce yourself and shake his tail.”
Helen failed to see the humor of this sally and again the tears struggled for an outlet.