I hope you do not think I am a silly little fool.
It is only that I have not been accustomed to that kind of treatment, and I will not have it." Lydia was rather pleased that some one had appeared on the scene who did not at once bow down before Betty, and therefore she took the young man's side of the argument.
"Do not be hard on poor Mr.Clarke.Maybe he mistook you for an Indian girl.

He is handsome.

I am sure you saw that." "Oh, I don't remember how he looked," said Betty.

She did remember, but would not admit it.
The conversation drifted into other channels after this, and soon twilight came stealing down on them.

As Betty rose to go there came a hurried tap on the door.
"I wonder who would knock like that," said Lydia, rising "Betty, wait a moment while I open the door." On doing this she discovered Clarke standing on the step with his cap in his hand.
"Why, Mr.Clarke! Will you come in ?" exclaimed Lydia.