"I will not listen to another word!" said Ida May.
He laughed an insolent laugh that made the blood fairly boil in her veins.
"Come, we will go into this restaurant where we can talk at our leisure."
He had caught her by the arm. With a cry of terror the girl wrenched herself free from his grasp and fairly flew down the street, and she did not stop until she reached her boarding-house.
"Why, dear me, Miss May, one would think you were flying from a cyclone!" declared Mrs. Cole, who was just passing through the hall as she came in.
Gasping for breath, and scarcely able to keep from tears, Ida May told her all, believing that the woman would sympathize with her.
"Why, you are more of a prude than I thought you were," said Mrs. Cole.
Ida May drew back with dilated eyes.
"You, a woman, to tell me this! Why, I tell you he was insulting me!" cried the girl, vehemently.