"Yes; do you think I've nothing else to do but sit here and gossip," said sister Bet, disappearing suddenly, her face red.
The newcomer sat in a thoughtful attitude, her elbow on the counter.
"Well?" said the sister Lize.
"You all treat me so funny here I guess I'll go," said Mrs.
Tredder, who now got up, her face darkening, and hurried away.
They of the plums had both vanished.
"Wretch!" said the sister Lize, hotly; "I could have choked her."
She squirmed a little, moving her chair roughly.
"She's forever sticking her nose into other people's business," were the words of the customer who was counting beads. She seemed to be near the point of tears.
"Maybe that's why it's so red," the other answered with unspeakable contempt. "I'm so mad I can hardly sit still."
She wound her yarn close and stuck her needle into the ball.
"Thank goodness!" said she, suddenly; "here comes Serene."
The sister Serene Davis, a frail, fair lady, entered.