"Deary me, no! I declare, I forgot I was talking to you! You'll never hear a word against Cassy, and I don't blame you, Grace Clifford."
Grace's joyous mood changed; she looked vexed. Why would Isa persist in saying little hateful things, which pricked like cambric needles?
"We girls would like to see Cassy Hallock stand up so for you—that's all," added Isa, shutting her mouth firmly, as if her teeth were all on edge.
"Well, so she would. Cassy never would hear me abused. She's not a milk-and-water sort of person; and that you know, Isa Harrington!"
Isa cleared her throat again with a provoking cough, which said, as plainly as words, "O, couldn't I tell you something surprising if I only would!"
"Isa Harrington," said Grace, impetuously, "what's that you say?"
"I said nothing at all," replied Isa, demurely.
"But you look mighty wise. I'd sooner a body'd speak right out than to look so wise; I would so, Isa."
"Ah, Gracie. I could tell a heap of things I reckon; but no good—you wouldn't believe a word."
"Speak out," said Grace, severely, as she proceeded to curl a dandelion stem.