“I should think not; crimes of violence and attacks on the person require more or less pluck. Do you suppose she’ll interview me?”
“Never in the world. She’ll not think you of enough importance.”
“You’ll see,” said Ralph. “She’ll send a description of us all, including Bunchie, to her newspaper.”
“I shall ask her not to,” Isabel answered.
“You think she’s capable of it then?”
“Perfectly.”
“And yet you’ve made her your bosom-friend?”
“I’ve not made her my bosom-friend; but I like her in spite of her faults.”
“Ah well,” said Ralph, “I’m afraid I shall dislike her in spite of her merits.”
“You’ll probably fall in love with her at the end of three days.”