"Good-bye, Silver Girl. I hope you'll be happy."
Isabel did not answer, nor turn back. She went out of the gate and out of his life, pride keeping her head high until she had turned the corner. Then, very sorry for herself, she sat down and wept.
XXIII
"TEARS, IDLE TEARS"
"Say, Jule," inquired Romeo, casually, "why is it that you don't look like a lady?"
"What do you mean?" demanded Juliet, bristling.
"I don't know just what I mean, but you seem so different from everybody else."
"I'm clean, ain't I?"
"Yes," he admitted, grudgingly.
"And my hair is combed?"