"You are rude, Jenny Pearl."
"Well, I call it silly. Swanking round in evening dress with a bent halfpenny and his latchkey. And you needn't give me those perishing looks, young Elsie."
"You are a hateful thing."
"Your Willie in evening dress. Oh, no, it can't be done."
"Shut up, Jenny Pearl," cried Elsie, stamping her foot.
"Now get in a paddy. I suppose it was you edged him on to go without his dinner for a week to buy it."
"I hope you'll fall in love, and I hope he'll go away to New Zealand the same as Nelly Marlowe's Jack did."
"Oh! There's an unnatural girl! Don't you worry yourself. Not this little girl. Not Jenny Pearl. I wouldn't let any man make a fool of me."
That night a thunderstorm ruined Jenny's hat.
Next day she bought another, pale green with rosy cherries bobbing at each side. "I think this hat's going to bring me luck," she announced.