Here were two friends who looked as if they were neither sold nor ruined.
Pomona quickly saw that we were ill at ease, and before I could put a question to her, she divined the cause.

Her countenance fell.
"You know," said she, "you said you wasn't comin' till to-morrow.

If you only HAD come then--I was goin' to have everything just exactly right--an' now you had to climb in--" And the poor girl looked as if she might cry, which would have been a wonderful thing for Pomona to do.
"Tell me one thing," said I."What about--those taxes ?" "Oh, that's all right," she cried.

"Don't think another minute about that.

I'll tell you all about it soon.