"I never want anybody bothering
me when I take a girl anywhere, and I try to obey the Golden Rule with
other men. You belong to Bates to-day." He left the room. She heard
him stride across the veranda and walk hurriedly away. She went to the
window and tried to catch another glimpse of him, but he was out of
sight. She turned into the next room. Her mother was there packing
some table linen into the bottom of a wardrobe.
"Mother," the girl faltered, "Mr. Westerfelt asked me just now to go to
the camp-ground with him."
Mrs. Floyd let a table-cloth which she was folding hang down in front
of her for a moment as she looked at Harriet. "Well, you told him you
was going with Bascom Bates, didn't you?"
"Yes, of course, but--"
"Well, what of it? I wish you'd just look what a mess the rats have
gone and made of this linen. They've been trying to gnaw the starch
out of it, and have cut holes in nearly every piece."
"He looked mad, mother; he pretended he didn't care, but I never saw
such a look on anybody's face. Oh, mother--"
"Harriet!" Mrs. Floyd looked straight into the girl's eyes as she
closed the wardrobe door and turned the key.
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