good care of her."

With this assurance, Mrs. Davenport gave her consent.

Beth put on her hat and hurried down the avenue to the river. On the
end of the wharf sat Harvey, holding a fishing pole. He turned his
head at her approach.

"Hello, Beth. I hardly expected you. I thought your mamma might be
'fraid to let you come."

She smiled. "Maggie said you were 'quality,' and would take care of
me."

Harvey gave a grunt. "Don't know about quality, but as long as your
mamma trusted me, she shan't repent. Take this line, and go to
fishing."

He handed one to her and she dropped the end into the water. Harvey
broke into a hearty laugh.

"You don't 'spect to catch fish without bait, do you?"

She answered meekly: "I s'pose not, but what is bait?"

Harvey laughed harder than ever. "Well, you are silly."

Beth felt aggrieved over being called silly, but she tried to look
dignified.