"But it would take money, my dear--a farmer couldn't afford an
exclusive set!" jeered Barbara.
"If that is the case, the Brewsters could ride on Chicago society's
very crest! But they never brag about their money!" laughed Anne,
sarcastically.
Barbara's breath was suddenly taken away by this news but she recovered
enough to say maliciously: "Oh, I see! That is why you take such a deep
interest in John!"
"Barbara Maynard! you--you--if you dare say another word like that to
Anne, I'll--I'll just pull your hair, so there!" cried Eleanor, running
to Anne and throwing her arms around her neck.
Barbara felt ashamed of her words but she was too proud to confess it.
So she tried to excuse herself by saying: "Of course, one can't be
expected to fall right in with folks one never heard of before. Anne
and you fancy a rural existence, so you naturally defend everything
that goes with it. But I shall return home to-morrow on the very first
train!"
"There is only one out a day, and you'll have to ask a favor of the
farmer before you can get to Oak Creek station!" added Anne, with a bit
of triumph in her tone.
Having relieved her heart of some of its bitterness, Anne felt sorry
for Barbara, so she endeavored to change the current of their thoughts.
She went to the window to raise the shade as far as it would go, and
was struck with the wonderful sunset sky.
"Oh, girls! Come here and look at that glory!"
Eleanor rushed over, followed by Barbara who never wanted to miss
anything good.
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