"Do, Ruth, if your prince comes, insist on his changing his steed for
one of sober brown. It will wear better."
"Don't be silly, Alice!"
"Oh, I can't help it. Hark, is that dad's step?"
The two girls listened, turning their heads toward the hall entrance
door.
"No, it's someone over at the Dalwoods'--across the corridor."
The noise in the hallway increased. There were hasty footsteps, and
then rather loud voices.
"I tell you I won't have anything to do with you, and you needn't
come sneaking around here any more. I'm done with you!"
"That's Russ," whispered Alice.
"Yes," agreed Ruth, and her sister noted a slight flush on her fair
cheeks.
Then came a voice in expostulation:
"But I tell you I can market it for you, and get you something for
it. If you try to go it alone--"
"Well, that's just what I'm going to do--go it alone, and I don't
want to hear any more from you. Now you get out!"
"But look here--"
There was a sound of a scuffle, and a body crashed up against the
door of the DeVere apartment.
"Oh!" cried Ruth and Alice together.
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