“I’m not so stylish, but I’m much more comfortable,” she said to her reflection in the mirror. “How I would look going after the cows in a long, train dress! Why I couldn’t jump a fence to save my life, and as for climbing trees, that would be out of the question.”
The people in the hotel stared at her a little the next time they saw her, but as they were not in the habit of inquiring into the private affairs of their patrons, she was not subjected to any special annoyance.
Even in her plain clothing she was strikingly pretty. There was a grace in her carriage and a flash in her eye that any queen on her throne might well have envied.
CHAPTER XII.
MARION DISCOVERS DOLLIE.
Once more Mr. Ray proved his noble character. Not by so much as a glance did he show that he noticed Marion’s changed appearance.
“Do I look very countrified and dowdy?” she asked, timidly, when he came for her that evening.
“You look as pretty as a peach,” was the young man’s answer. “There’s thousands of women who would gladly change places with you—they’d take your clothes if they could have your face and figure.”
Marion was so embarrassed that she could not answer for a minute.
“I am glad you are not ashamed of me,” she managed to say finally.