"
"If that's all, make yourself easy, Bet," Henry answered, as he
rose from the table. "There's a mighty difference between here and
there. Unless you mean to turn us into a town family while she
stays--high quality, eh?"
"Go along to your cattle! there's not much quality, high or low,
where you are."
Betty was indignant; but the annoyance exhausted itself healthfully
while she was clearing away the dishes and restoring the room to
its order, so that when Leonard drove up to the gate with the
lumbering, old-fashioned carriage two hours afterwards, she came
forth calm, cheerful, fresh as a pink in her pink muslin, and
entirely the good, sensible country-girl she was.
Two or three years before, she and Miss Alice Bartram, daughter of
the distinguished lawyer in the city, had been room-mates at the
Nereid Seminary for Young Ladies. Each liked the other for
the contrast to her own self; both were honest, good and lovable,
but Betty had the stronger nerves and a practical sense which
seemed to be admirable courage in the eyes of Miss Alice, whose
instincts were more delicate, whose tastes were fine and high, and
who could not conceive of life without certain luxurious
accessories.
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