All because of a city dude--a tenderfoot!"
In the extremity of her scorn her voice drawled in a harsh murmur.
"Then take him yourself, if you can get him!" cried Lizzie. "I'm sure I
don't want him!"
Their eyes blazed at each other across the table, and Lizzie, having
scored an unexpected point, struck again.
"I think you've always had a sort of hankerin' after Ralph--oh, I've
seen your eyes rollin' at him."
The other girl coloured hotly through her tan.
"If I was fond of him I wouldn't be ashamed to let him know, you can
tell the world that. And I wouldn't keep him trottin' about like a
little pet dog till I got tired of him and give him up for the sake of a
greenhorn who"--her voice lowered to a spiteful hiss--"kissed you the
first time he even seen you!"
In vain Lizzie fought for her control; her lip trembled and her voice
shook.
"I hate you, Sue!"
"Sue, ain't you ashamed of yourself?" pleaded the mother.
"No, I ain't! Think of it; here's Ralph been sweet on Liz for two years
an' now she gives him the go-by for a skinny, affected dude like that
feller that was here.
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