"Are still eighteen.' He bowed, impressively, with that charming, gallant smile which was peculiar to him.
"Aren't you going down with us, Frank?" asked Barbara, looking at the youth with plain surprise when she noted that he lingered when she and her father were ready for the start.
"I wish to speak to Madge, a moment. I'll overtake you."
The bluegrass beauty looked at him, wrath blazing in her eyes, then turned away with tossing head.
"Good-bye," said Madge, and held her hand out to her.
Barbara paid no attention to the small, brown hand, but, instead, opened her parasol almost in the face of the astonished mountain-girl, who jumped back, startled. "Oh, very well," said Barbara to Frank.
Madge turned to him, the softness of the mood engendered by her talk with the Colonel and Miss 'Lethe all gone, now. Her face was flushed with anger. "Dellaw!" said she. "Thought she was goin' to shoot!"
Now Barbara spoke haughtily. "Good afternoon, Miss Madge. You have entertained us wonderfully, wonderfully."