“Oh, you’ll forget all your fine talk one of these days and be glad to forgive him.”
“Sally, what do you take me for?”
“Just a silly little girl who’s got herself upset by a smart fellow, that’s all; but you’ll recover.”
“Indeed I will.”
“Yes, and so will he; for you’ll make up to-night and be swimmin’ in honey.”
Alta flushed. “Please don’t anger me, Sally. Be serious. I came to you for advice, and you make light of my confidences. You surely don’t think I’m in love with Dick Davis.”
“Oh, no, not yet; but the signs are right for a real case.”
“Signs sometimes fail; don’t they, Aunt ‘Liza?” The bustling housekeeper had just come in with a bucket of eggs she had been gathering.
“Law me, yes; they’ve certainly been failin’ ’bout here. I thought I’d see some signs o’ work, ’gin I got back. You gals better make ’em, stid o’ talkin’ ’bout fellers. That’s what you’ve been doin’, I’ll warrant.”
“Oh, no, we wouldn’t do anything like that—specially Alta. She don’t believe in fellers.”