“Now, Dot,” said Dolly, as they poked out the dying embers of the fire, “I want to tell you something. I’m going to ask Grace to ask Bernice to that party.”
“No, you’re not, Dollyrinda. You think so now, but you go home and think it over, and you’ll see that you’ll spoil the whole party if you do.”
“You mean spoil it for you! It won’t for anybody else. Not everybody is as mean as you are to that girl!”
“Nobody likes her, you’ve often said so yourself.”
“All the more reason, then, to have her there and let them learn to like her.”
“Oh, good gracious! you make me tired! Why are you so everlastingly gone on her? Just because she’s rich?”
“Dotty Rose, you take that back! That’s a mean thing to say, and you know it isn’t true. Don’t you?”
“Well, I never knew you to care for anybody for that reason before; but I can’t think of any other.”
“Well, that isn’t the reason, and you know it perfectly well. Now, I’ll tell you what the reason is, if you can understand it, and I don’t know as you can. It’s because I’m sorry for her. Everybody snubs her, and she’d just love to be liked and sought after.”
“Oh, she would, would she? Then why doesn’t she make herself liked and sought after?”