"She just wants Ernest—she's terribly fond of the men."
"Well, did you ever see a normal girl who wasn't, and Mr Ernest is a man worth being fond of—I dearly love him myself."
"Pooh! I don't see anything nice about him," said Dawn aggressively.
"But you'll come to tea, won't you?"
"No, I can't. I never go to Grosvenors. Grandma doesn't care for them. She says he was only a pig buyer, and settled down there about the time she came here, and now they try to ape the swells and put on airs. They only come here to try to get on terms with some of the swell men. I wouldn't take him over there to please her if I were you."
"That's where you and I differ. I would just like to please them, and I'm sure it will do Ernest good to be in the company of such a pleasant and sensible girl as Ada Grosvenor."
"Yes, he'd want something to do him good, if I'm any judge."
Dawn's pretty mouth and chin were so querulous that I had to turn away to smile.
"So you won't come to tea?"
"I can't; I'd like to please you," she said somewhat softening, "but I've promised 'Dora' Eweword I'll go out rowing with him again to-morrow. He says he has something to say to me."