"I don't think girls care enough about the feelings of men," she
answered, after a little pause. "If they would treat them nicer they
would be better."
"You think women can reform men then?"
"Yes, I do; though a man that drinks is mighty hard to manage.
Sometimes they can't help it, and they drink more when women show that
they have lost confidence in them."
He liked what she had said, notwithstanding its being an indirect
defence of Wambush, but was prevented from answering by hearing his
name angrily called in the street. This was followed by heavy
footsteps on the veranda.
"Whar is that d----d livery man?" The voice was now in the hall.
"It's Toot Wambush!" cried the girl, rising quickly and turning to the
door. "I am afraid he--" Just then the young ruffian entered. His
red face and unsteady walk showed that he had been drinking.
"Say, Miss Harriet, have you seed--oh, heer you are!"--he broke off as
he noticed Westerfelt. "You are the one man in the United Kingdom that
I want to see jest at this present moment. Bill Washburn 'lowed he had
orders from you not to let me have anything out'n yore shebang; is that
so?"
"I'd rather not talk business here," replied Westerfelt.
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