“I'll go tell her,” I exclaimed, indignantly starting up.
“Hush—she'll ketch on,” and Slyboots laid a detaining paw on my shoulder. “There's no use in tellin' her now. She'd scoff at ye. Wait a bit, till she gets tired.”
I trembled with anger. Oh, how I wanted to bite Blizzard. Poor Serena! what a blow to her pride! The whole aim and object of the gathering this evening, had been to make a simpleton of her. My dear sister!
After a long time I said to Slyboots, “I should think if Blizzard is so desirous of humbling her, that he would want to wait and see her discomfiture when she finds that she has been deceived.”
“He may do that,” said Slyboots. “I should not wonder if he is in hiding somewhere watching, or else he may slip back.”
“How I would like to find him,” I said revengefully, “and beat him.”
“You'd better let him alone,” remarked Slyboots warningly. “He'd dress you down in five minutes. Then don't forgit that your sister goes out of her way to show off.”
“I know she has brought it on herself,” I groaned. “Why did she not stay in the city, where affectation is more pardonable?”
Slyboots laughed softly. “You can put on airs in Boston, but don't ye try it in the country. It don't go down.”
Well, I don't know how long we sat there. It seemed to me half the night, but I suppose it was only an hour or two. At last Slyboots rose, stretched herself, yawned, and said, “I'm goin' home.”