The girl was looking down upon her dress, her face gathering a deep red.
Miss Young divined what was going on in the girlish mind.
"And I'd help you make a new dress," she went on.
"A hull lot of money folks'd be there, eh?" Tess demanded. Oh, how afraid she always was of a crowd of those—different people!
Her words directed Waldstricker's attention to the contrast between this squatter girl in the bare shack and the fashionable folk who'd throng his spacious drawing room.
"Well, a few," he answered, "but you come along with Miss Young just the same, will you?"
Tessibel took the outstretched hand awkwardly enough and as quickly dropped it and began to fumble with her own fingers. She looked down at the floor while she traced a line on it with her toe.
"Mebbe," she replied in a very subdued voice.
She stood in the door and watched them walk slowly up the hill. Then she turned back into the kitchen.
"My God, brat!" sobbed a voice through the hole in the ceiling. "Wasn't that a nice list of beautiful things ye was goin' to buy? Oh, kid, I air bettin' Waldstricker gits me."