"What was the bone of contention?"
"Well, I suppose I was. Also, he was very rude and unmannerly. Also,—and this is why I hate him so,—he's suddenly grown rich, Adele, and he's terribly ostentatious about it——"
"Bill Farnsworth ostentatious! I don't believe it!"
"Yes, he is. He showed off big rolls of money at the Sale——"
"But, Patty, he was buying things, wasn't he?"
"I don't care if he was. And, besides, Adele, he—well, he implied, if he didn't say it straight out, that now he was rich, maybe I'd marry him! As if I was a fortune-hunter!"
"Oh, Patty, you little goose! Bill has always been poor, or at least, he had only a moderate income. I can see how he would be glad if he had good fortune, to offer it to you. Poor Bill! You mistook his meaning, I'm sure."
"No, I didn't, and I hate him, and I never want to hear his name mentioned again!"
"Nor see him?"
"Mercy, no! And now, drop the subject. I tell you I came up here to get away from him! He's in love with Daisy Dow, anyway."