“Get up!” Henrietta said, coldly, to Freeman.
“Oh! how can you be so cruel!” Gay cried, but Henrietta did not change her tone.
“Get up!” she repeated. “Get up and go into the house.”
“How can you speak to him like that!” cried Gay, and she helped Freeman to arise.
He was rather badly battered, and tried to hide the side of his face where the worst blows had fallen. He laughed thinly.
“He's bigger than I am,” he said. “He hit me before I expected it.”
“He's a brute!” said Gay again.
“Go in the house!” Henrietta ordered; and without more ado Freeman picked up his hat and went into the house. Henrietta followed him.
For a minute more Gay stood where she was, and then she went homeward.
“The brute! The big bully! I'll never speak to Carter Bruce again as long as I live. Never!”