"
Hettie drew in her breath quickly and held it, raising a glad glance to
the speaker's face.
"Why do you think so, Harriet?--oh, you are just saying this to make me
feel better."
Harriet deliberated for a moment, then she said: "He was here the night
they run him off--the night they all took Mr. Westerfelt out. Mother
and I had a long talk with him. Mother talked straight to him about
flirting with you, and told him what a good, nice girl you were, and--"
"Oh, did she, Harriet? I could hug her for it!"
"Yes, and he talked real nice about you, too, and admitted he had acted
wrong. Hettie, I believe in time that he'll come back and ask you to
marry him. I believe that in the bottom of my heart."
The countenance of the visitor was now aglow with hope.
"Maybe he will--maybe he will," she said. "I was afraid I let him see
too plain that I was a fool about him, but some men like that, I
reckon; he always seemed to come oftener. Harriet, one thing has
worried the life nearly out of me. I heard Frank Hansard say a young
man never would think as much of a girl after she let him kiss her.
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