"Does something hurt you?" she asked, as the girl moaned again when she moved.
"Yes, I hurts all over," answered Dolly.
"Did you fall down?"
"No, I didn't," mumbled Dolly, with her mouth full.
"Then how did you hurt yourself so much?"
"Dunno," said Dolly, sullenly. But she did know; she knew right well that those terrible racking pains came from that night spent in the Ice Glen. She had a feeling as if Bessie must know it too. "Now just you and that man clear out. I came here first," she muttered.
"Don't fret yourself: your company's not so pleasant, nor your talk so sweet, that the little lady need want more of it," said Starr. "Miss Bessie, my dear, won't you come?"
"Yes," said Bessie, "in a moment," and then, turning again to the girl,—"Dolly, I am very sorry for you."
"Humph," said Dolly, in a tone as if she could not believe this.
"Don't you think I am?" said Bessie.