“I wouldn’t if you didn’t forget your place. You seem to forget that you have got to earn your own living.”
“I wish I could now,” said Mary rather bitterly. “I would rather work among strangers, no matter how hard, than to be a dependent, and be continually twitted with my poverty.”
“There’s gratitude for you,” said Imogene sarcastically.
“I would defy any one to feel grateful to you,” said Mary with some spirit.
“I wish pa would follow my advice and send you to a boarding-school,” said Imogene.
“I wish he would,” answered her cousin. “I might get a little peace then.”
“Fine talk, miss. You wouldn’t be willing to leave your darling Tom.”
Mary was about to reply, when both girls started, for it so happened that our hero was close behind them.
“Who is talking about me?” he asked roguishly, for he had heard the word “darling.”
“Imogene,” said Mary quickly.