“Don’t mind your dress. I’ll excuse it.”
“But I feel dirty. I have been tramping about the woods. I wouldn’t have ventured into a young lady’s presence except under the circumstances.”
“I am sorry the dog is dead for your sake, Mary,” said Imogene sarcastically. “You might contrive to get rescued again in a day or two.”
“I would rather be excused,” said Mary Somers. “I wouldn’t have such a fright again for a thousand dollars.”
“It would pay you, as you are never likely to get so much money in any other way.”
“I am not likely to forget that I am poor, Imogene,” said Mary, in a hurt tone.
“Good-by,” said Tom.
When Tom had gone the luckless Mary had to undergo another attack.
“I should be ashamed to lay myself out to attract attention as you do, Mary,” said her amiable cousin.
“Who says I have?”