I wish something exciting would happen, for I'm bored stiff." Betty looked up from her story in astonishment.

"Why, I think it is lovely here!" she cried.

"I'd never get tired of Locust in a hundred years!" Eugenia smiled, a pitying, amused sort of smile that brought a flush to Betty's cheek.

There was a tinge of a sneer in it that seemed to say, "Oh, you poor thing, of course _you_ like it.

You have never known any better." Betty's eyes went back to her book again.