The Prospector by Pseudonym Ralph Connor
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inquired Helen.
"Never." "Would she be afraid?" "Would you insult the widow of a Sutherland Highlander whose picture in warlike regalia regards her daily from her cottage wall?" "Well, I am going to see her," exclaimed Betty. Brown looked annoyed. "What for?" "Why, I am going to call." Brown laughed a little scornfully. "Yes, and be sure to leave three cards--is it?--and tell her your day." "What do you mean?" exclaimed Betty indignantly. "You are not very polite." "Oh, I am sorry, really. But I imagined the old lady looking at you and wondering what was your particular business, and then I thought of your difficulty in making it quite clear to her." "Why! does she not call on anyone?" "No. She takes her knitting and visits." |
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