“I am an exception,” said Grant, demurely.
“I am ready to believe it,” returned his companion. “My name is Carrie Clifton; my mother is a minister's daughter, so I have a right to think well of ministers' families.”
“How long have you been boarding in this neighborhood, Miss Carrie?”
“Only a week. I am afraid I shan't dare to stay here any longer.”
“It is not often you would meet with such an adventure as this. I hope you won't allow it to frighten you away.”
“Do you know that drunken man? Does he live nearby?”
“I think he is a stranger—a tramp. I never saw him before, and I know almost everybody who lives about here.”
“I am glad he doesn't live here.”
“He will probably push on his way and not come this way again during the summer.”
“I hope you are right. He might try to revenge himself on you for tripping him up.”