"A girl like that?" cried Rotha. "A low spirited, false girl? Worth having for a friend? Not to anybody who is worth anything herself."
"But she is ever so rich."
"What's that to me? Do you think I am going to sit by and hear Mrs. Mowbray slandered, or anybody else, because the story teller has plenty of money? What is her money to me?"
"Well, I don't know," said the other deprecatingly. "It puts things in her power. Her family is one of the best in New York."
"Then the other members of it are much superior to this one!—that's all
I have got to say."
"But Rotha, she can hurt you."
"How?"
"She can make the other girls treat you ill."
"I can bear as much as that for Mrs. Mowbray, I guess."
"What makes you like her so much?"