"I'll tell you how it was." Putting an arm around Lloyd, she drew her aside.

"It is all Elizabeth's imagination," she protested, in a low tone.

"I never saw such a little silly for making mountains out of mole-hills.

She is such a fraid-cat that she wouldn't look behind her if a fly buzzed.

Now you know, Lloyd, that, as particular as I am, I wouldn't think of going anywhere that wasn't proper, any more than your mother would.