"I'll pay you when my quarter's allowance comes." "No, Kate," interposed Carry, producing her purse, "let me pay; it's my turn." "Never!" said Kate, arching her black brows loftily, "even if you do have rich relatives, and regular remittances from California.

Never! Come, girls, forward, march!" As they opened the door, a gust of wind nearly took them off their feet.
Kindhearted Mrs.Phillips was alarmed.

"Sakes alive, galls! ye mussn't go out in sich weather.

Better let me send word to the Institoot, and make ye up a nice bed tonight in my parlor." But the last sentence was lost in a chorus of half-suppressed shrieks as the girls, hand in hand, ran down the steps into the storm, and were at once whirled away.
The short December day, unlit by any sunset glow, was failing fast.

It was quite dark already, and the air was thick with driving snow.