"Cassy Hallock, don't go yet."
"Thank you, Grace Clifford; can't stop—only came to bring your ma some beer. In the music-room, on the piano."
"Cassy Hallock, what's the matter with you?"
"Gracie Clifford, what's the matter with YOU?"
"You've been talking about me, Cassy," Grace burst forth, impetuously. "You've slandered me worse than I can bear. You think I'm proud and forward. Your ma don't like us to be friends. You say my hair is fire-red. O, Cassy Hallock!"
Cassy's eyes expanded. "Who said that?"
"Isa Harrington."
"The biggest lie that ever was told!"
"O, Cassy Hallock: then 'tisn't true!"
"True, Gracie Clifford! and you my best friend!"