Ellen gave a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness I can give up thinking of him for a while." She began patting her hair and arranging her hat. "Do I look all right, Rosie? I got to hurry back to the shop. A feather salesman is coming today and Miss Graydon wants me to take care of him. He'll probably invite me out to lunch."
"And are you going?" Rosie asked slowly.
Ellen took a long happy breath. "You bet I'm going!"
"Ellen O'Brien, if you do, I'll tell Jarge! I will just as sure!"
For an instant Ellen was staggered. Then she recovered. "No, Rosie, you'll do no such thing! What you'll do is this: you'll mind your own business!"
Rosie tried to protest but her voice failed her, for the look in Ellen's eye betokened a will as strong as her own and a determination to brook no interference.
Ellen started off, then paused to repeat: "You'll mind your own business! Do you understand?"
Ellen walked on and Rosie called after her, a little wildly: "I won't! I won't! I tell you I won't!"
But she knew she would.