“Yes, we can telegraph it,” said Caroline determinedly, “you give it to me. I’ll get it sent.”
“But how are you going to send it?” asked Wilfred, extending the letter.
“Never you mind,” answered the girl.
“See here!” the boy cried. “I am not going to have you spend your money, and——”
“There’s no danger of that, I haven’t any to spend.” She took the letter from his hand. “I reckon Douglass Foray’ll send it for me. He’s in the telegraph office and he’ll do most anything for me.”
“No,” said Wilfred sternly.
“What’s the reason he won’t?” asked the girl.
“Because he won’t.”
“What do you care so long as he sends it?”
“Well, I do care and that’s enough. I’m not going to have you making eyes at Dug Foray on my account.”