And Janet McFadden, shaking her head in horror that any one should even suggest such a thing, declared emphatically: "Of course not!"
CHAPTER XIV
ON SCARS AND BRUISES
A few mornings later Rosie was seated on the front steps, shelling peas, when Janet passed the gate.
"Aren't you coming in?" Rosie called out.
At first Janet was not, but on Rosie's second invitation she changed her mind. As she reached the steps, Rosie discovered the reason of her hesitation. She had a black eye. She carried it consciously, but with such dignity, as it were, that Rosie could not at once decide whether Janet expected her to speak of it, or to accept it without comment.
Janet herself, after an introductory remark about the weather, broached the subject.
"What do you think about the eye I've got on me? Ain't it a beaut?"
It certainly was, and Rosie expressed emphatic appreciation.
"And how do you suppose I got it?" Janet pursued.