“Doesn’t it? So many, so bright and so twinkly! Do you know, I don’t wonder that Mrs. Conrad’s rather a wonderful woman—living all the time with this.”
“Well, she is, rather. She’s had a hard life, too; lots of trouble.”
“Wasn’t her husband—I mean, weren’t they happy together?” asked the girl.
“Why, yes, I guess they were,” replied Scott, cautiously. “I reckon they were like most married folks, rubbed along together pretty well.”
“But you said she’d had lots of trouble.”
Scott smiled. “And you made up your mind right off that it was a love affair, eh? You’re a good deal of a kid, aren’t you?”
Polly flushed. “I think you’re rather inconsiderate,” she said, crossly. “You start up my curiosity and then you make fun of me. I don’t think I like the way you treat me, most of the time.”
“I don’t think it’s fair, myself,” said Scott, penitently. “I suppose a girl brought up as you’ve been oughtn’t to be blamed for seeing a love affair behind every bush.”
“Why do you say brought up as I’ve been?”
“I mean having everything easy; everything done for you. No real hard knocks in life.”