“They’re rude,” said Belle to Bess, picking her skirts as she stepped by.
“Oh, that’s just their way,” exclaimed Cora. “I am going to speak to them.”
So saying she turned in between the rows.
“Is it hard work?” she asked pleasantly.
“No cinch,” replied the older-looking of the girls, with a toss of a very good head of auburn hair.
“Have you been out long?” persisted Cora.
“Oh, we’re always out,” said the younger girl with a sneer. Her voice said plainly that she had “no use” for talking with the motor girls.
“Do you work all day?” asked Bess, a little timidly. Bess was always ready to admit that she could talk to boys, but that she was afraid of strange girls.
“All day, and all night,” replied the younger girl. She had hair just a tint lighter than the other, and it was evident that the pair were sisters.
“But you cannot see to work at night,” Belle deigned to say.