"I don't want to bother you, and you are a goose to bother and worry yourself as you do about trifles. Most girls would have forgotten the loss of a paltry purse when they had a nice-looking young man like William so kind to them. You must make it up to him, you know; he will expect it," said Marion.
Kate lifted her head, and looked at her cousin but Marion turned her head aside.
"Make it up to him. What do you mean, Marion? Of course I shall pay the shilling I owe him for my steamboat fare, I told him so when I said 'good-night.'"
"You did! How can you be so rude or so stupid, which is it? Don't you know they like to pay for us, if they can get the chance. I let them do it sometimes; it pleases them, and don't hurt me."
"What, when you have the money in your pocket, and can pay for yourself?" exclaimed Kate, in astonishment.
"Yes; why shouldn't they spend their money if they like it; and besides, I make it up to them," added Marion.
"How do you do that?" asked Kate.
But Marion did not answer. She began to feel half sorry she had told her cousin as much as she had.
"How do you make it up to them?" repeated Kate.
"Oh, don't bother me to-night, I'm tired. Keep your eyes open, and you'll see for yourself," concluded Marion, as she got into bed.