“Thank goodness you've come,” exclaimed Miss Tibbs, “for I've bin sittin' here till I nigh took root. What kep' ye?”
“How does it look?” responded Cissy, as a relevant reply.
The “it” referred to Cissy's new hat, and to the young girl the coherence was perfectly plain. Miss Tibbs looked at “it” severely. It would not do for a protegee to be too complaisant.
“Hem! Must have cost a heap o' money.”
“It did! Came from the best milliner in San Francisco.”
“Of course,” said Piney, with half assumed envy. “When your popper runs the bank and just wallows in gold!”
“Never mind, dear,” replied Cissy cheerfully. “So'll YOUR popper some day. I'm goin' to get mine to let YOUR popper into something—Ditch stocks and such. Yes! True, O King! Popper'll do anything for me,” she added a little loftily.
Loyal as Piney was to her friend, she was by no means convinced of this. She knew the difference between the two men, and had a vivid recollection of hearing her own father express his opinion of Cissy's respected parent as a “Gold Shark” and “Quartz Miner Crusher.” It did not, however, affect her friendship for Cissy. She only said, “Let's come!” caught Cissy around the waist, pranced with her out into the veranda, and gasped, out of breath, “Where are we goin' first?”
“Down Main Street,” said Cissy promptly.
“And let's stop at Markham's store. They've got some new things in from Sacramento,” added Piney.