"The minister doesn't admire her," Miss Linn said significantly.
Miss Celia's face flushed a delicate rose. "That does not interest me," she said.
"Why, Celia!" exclaimed her sister.
And Miss Celia, for some mysterious reason, looked confused.
After dinner Gay wrote a letter to May and asked permission to post it, which was granted. A small group of boys, among whom were the robbers, stood in front of the post-office. They were talking earnestly.
"There wasn't any science about it. What are you giving us?" one was saying.
"Here she is now," another boy cried, as he saw Gay.
"Nice girl! Nice girlie to fight with boys!" a third boy said.
"You don't want any more, do you?" said Gay, forgetting his feminine apparel and his resolution to be "gentle and good."
A saucy fellow came up to Gay with a gibe on his tongue and made a move as if to disarrange Gay's frock, when down in the dust he went on his face.