“No,” said Betty; “what is it?”
“Oh, somebody’s going to give a whole lot of money for a town library, if the town will raise another whole lot of money itself. And so everybody in Greenborough is planning to do something to help. And we thought, that is, we hoped, you’d join with the Dorcas Club, and help us.”
“I’d like to,” said Betty, “but tell me more about it.”
“Well, the truth is, Betty, the girls of the Dorcas Club haven’t really made any definite plans, and they want you to suggest something—only they’re afraid to ask you.”
“Afraid to ask me!” exclaimed Betty. “Why?”
“Oh, they think you’re so haughty and stuck-up since you’ve lived in Boston that they’re afraid you won’t want to work with us.”
“Agnes Graham, you ought to be ashamed of yourself! Have you ever known me to act a bit haughty?”
“No, I haven’t. But the other girls don’t know you as well as I do, and they say that.”
“Pooh! May Fordham and Tilly Fenn know me quite as well as you do; do they say I’m haughty?”
“No, May and Tilly don’t—at least, I’ve never heard them.”