Dolly gave her shoulders a sudden shrug of contempt.
“No, we got along as well as we ever did.”
“I thought maybe he was a little mad because you wouldn't dance to-night; but surely he's got enough sense to see that you oughtn't to insult brother Dill-beck that way when he's visiting our house and everybody knows what he thinks about dancing.”
“No, he thought I did right about it,” said Dolly.
“Then what in the name of common-sense is the matter with you, Dolly? You can' t pull the wool over my eyes, and you needn't try it.”
Dolly faced about suddenly.
“I reckon you 'll sit there all night unless I tell you all about it,” she said, sharply. “Mother, Alan Bishop was there.”
“You don't say!”
“Yes, and asked me to let him take me to church to-morrow evening.”
“Oh, he did?”