“Didn't you get your own way about anything?” demanded her sister, with eager curiosity.
Ellen looked at her. Martha noted that the soft black eyes were glowing, and that she had not seen Ellen appear more alive and interested since the days before trouble came to her. “Do you imagine we fought a battle over our shopping?” she asked, her lips curving with merriment.
“But you don't tell me. I'm anxious to know whether we shall see the boy dressed according to Red's ideas or yours.”
“We agreed beautifully on nearly all points of his dressing. Where we differed, we—compromised.”
“Red never compromises with anybody, so I suppose it was done by your giving in?”
“He never compromises? You do him injustice. He can compromise royally—by the same method of 'giving in.'”
“I simply can't believe it,” murmured Martha, shaking her head.
CHAPTER V. IN WHICH HE IS ROUGH ON A FRIEND
“RED.”