"Miss McGuire! Here? When——?"
"This morning. Do you know her?"
"No. But I've seen her. I think she's just lovely."
"Why?"
"She wears such beautiful clothes and—and hats and veils."
Peter laughed. "And that's your definition of loveliness."
"Why, yes," she said in wonder. "Last year all the girls were copyin' her, puttin' little puffs of hair over their ears—I tried it, but it looked funny. Is she going to be here long? Has she got a 'beau' with her? She always had. It's a wonder she doesn't run over somebody, the way she drives."
"She nearly got me this mornin'," growled Shad.
"I wish she would—if you're going to look like a meat-ax, Shad Wells."
There was no reconciling them now, and when Beth's home was reached, all three of them went different ways. What a rogue she was! And poor Shad Wells who was to have taken Peter at a gobble, seemed a very poor sort of a creature in Beth's hands.