"Oh, everybody likes Gwin Harley," said Elma; "who could help it? She is so beautiful to look at, and she has such a delightful, lovely home."
"I cannot see that her having a lovely, delightful home has anything to do with our liking her," said honest Bessie.
"Not to you perhaps," answered Elma, and a queer look, half-wistful, half-defiant, came into her eyes.
"I thought you would be sure to be able to tell me if Kitty were rich," she said again after a pause.
"I cannot. You must ask Alice—she lives with Alice. She has plenty of pretty dresses, and all that sort of thing; but I don't know anything about her having money."
"I will run into the house this minute and ask Alice," said Elma.
"Do, of course, if you are anxious; but I cannot imagine what difference it makes to you."
"No, it doesn't, but I am just curious on the subject. I won't keep you long."
Elma dashed into the house. She presently came back.
"I have found out all about it," she said.