The next time he interferes he'll hear from me." "But Kilday ?" urged Mrs.Nelson, feebly persistent.
"Oh, Kilday is good enough in his place.

He's a first-class athlete, and has made a record up at the academy.

But he was a peddler, you know--an Irish peddler; came here three or four years ago with a pack on his back." "And Ruth danced with him!" Mrs.Nelson's words were punctuated with horror.
Ruth looked up with blazing eyes.

"Yes, I danced with him; why shouldn't I?
You made me dance with Mr.Warrenton, last summer, when I told you he was drinking." "But, my dear child, you forget who Mr.Warrenton is.

And you actually danced with a peddler!" Her voice grew faint.