Presently Bertha was brought back by her partner to her mother's side.
"Thank you for your hail as you passed us, Miss Greendale.

It sounded hearty, and really cheered me up, for just at the moment I was in an exceedingly bad temper, I can assure you.

You see, my forebodings came true, and luck was against me." "Not luck," she said, indignantly.

"You would have won but for treachery." "Treachery is rather a hard word," he said.

"However, it is of no use crying over spilt milk.