More than one good
Pharisee had burned her face with a look of scornful contempt in the
past weeks.
"Maybe we better wait and speak to Mr. Lindsay about it," she said.
"No, ma'am, you don't know Miss Beatrice. She's the best friend." He
passed her the eggs and a confidence at the same time. "Why, I
shouldn't wonder but what she and Clay might get married one o' these
days. He thinks a lot of her."
"Oh." Kitty knew just a little more of human nature than the puncher.
"Then I wouldn't tell her about me if I was you. She wouldn't like my
bein' here."
"Sho! You don't know Miss Beatrice. She grades 'way up. I'll bet she
likes you fine."
When Johnnie left to go to work that afternoon he took with him a
resolution to lay the whole case before Beatrice Whitford. She would
fix things all right. No need for anybody to worry after she took a
hand and began to run things. If there was one person on earth Johnnie
could bank on without fail it was his little boss.
CHAPTER XVIII
BEATRICE GIVES AN OPTION
It was not until Johnnie had laid the case before Miss Whitford and
restated it under the impression that she could not have understood
that his confidence ebbed. Even then he felt that he must have bungled
it in the telling and began to marshal his facts a third time. He had
expected an eager interest, a quick enthusiasm. Instead, he found in
his young mistress a spirit beyond his understanding. Her manner had a
touch of cool disdain, almost of contempt, while she listened to his
tale.
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