"Couldn't stand it," said Dolly. "Rose is enough of a pill for me. I shall certainly refuse him."
CHAPTER XV.
"Good afternoon, Dolly," said one of her neighbors, coming into the back room, and tossing off her shawl, which served the double purpose of cloak and bonnet. "Who is that pretty girl you have there in the shop?"
"Who can she mean?" asked Dolly of Daffy, in affected surprise.
"Why," said Miss Tufts, anticipating Daffy, "that pretty creature with the curly hair and large eyes, who is rolling up your ribbons; she is a real beauty."
"She can't mean Rose?" asked Dolly of Daffy, looking innocent again.
(Simple Daffy, puzzled to know how Dolly wished her to answer, contented herself with a little doubtful shake of the head.)
"Call her pretty?" said Dolly, returning from a tour of observation into the shop, as if she had not the slightest idea who was there; "call Rose pretty. Well, I'm beat now."