coming along behind. She was not crying now, and her mouth was shut tight.
"I suppose," she said angrily, "that it does not matter if tramps get me."
"Miss Tish invited you to the farm," I replied.
"Invited!" she snapped. "If this is what she calls an invitation, I'd hate to have her make it a request."
However, she seemed to be really a very nice girl, although misguided, for she took one end of the suitcase. But I learned then how difficult it is for the average mind to grasp the high moral purpose and lofty conception of a woman like Tish.
"I might as well tell you now," she said, "that I don't believe they'll pay any large sum. They're not going to be very keen about me at home, since this elopement business."
"Who'll pay what sum?"
"The ransom," she said, impatiently. "You don't suppose I fell for all that patriotic stuff, do you?"
I could only stare at her in dumb rage.
"At first, of course," she said, "I thought you were white slavers. But I've got it now. The other game is different. Oh, I may come from a small town, but I'm not unsophisticated. You
