They turned and discovered Randolph Fitts.

He was smiling sympathetically.
"I don't quite see what you mean, Mr.Fitts," said Ruth, after a moment.
"Because if you were a man, Miss Clinton, you wouldn't even think of hating him.

You'd love him." Miss Clinton stared at him for a second or two and then, whirling, entered the hut.

Her cheeks were burning.

Who shall say whether the tears that sprang to her eyes as she fell to work scrubbing in the corner were of anger or self-pity?
Briefly, the situation became quite strained as the day wore on.