"Are you right sure you never said so, Cassy?"
"There, that's enough, Gracie Clifford. I'll not deny it again. If you believe Isa, and won't believe me, it's just as well. Good by." And Cassy moved to the door with "majestical high scorn."
"Cassy Hallock," cried Grace, throwing her arms about her friend's neck, "you're not going one step. I don't believe a word of that lie, and never did!"
Cassy allowed herself to be detained, but still held the door-knob in her hand.
"I'll tell you what it is, Gracie Clifford. I'll not say how much I think of you, because you know; but if you can't trust me, there's the end of it."
"O, I can trust you, I do trust you, Cassy. You're one of the salts of the earth—salt, I mean."
"A small pinch," suggested Cassy, almost smiling.
"O, Cassy, there's nobody in this world so splendid as you are!"
But Cassy's indignation was not quite appeased. "Where's your ring,
Gracie?"
"Lost. O, you don't know how I feel about that. I'm afraid our Phebe stole it."