Go on with your little pessimistic diatribes, Isabel; you can't spoil my pleasure." "I could see," said Mela, as she and Christine drove home together, "that she was as jealous as she could be, all the time you was talkun' to Mr.Beaton.She pretended to be talkun' to Conrad, but she kep' her eye on you pretty close, I can tell you.

I bet she just got us there to see how him and you would act together.

And I reckon she was satisfied.
He's dead gone on you, Chris." Christine listened with a dreamy pleasure to the flatteries with which Mela plied her in the hope of some return in kind, and not at all because she felt spitefully toward Miss Vance, or in anywise wished her ill.

"Who was that fellow with you so long ?" asked Christine.

"I suppose you turned yourself inside out to him, like you always do." Mela was transported by the cruel ingratitude.