"
She sat by the counter, and Miss Tole sniffed a little and began to
measure the ribbon. She was deeply if secretly offended by this
intrusion.
"What's the news?" said the newcomer, turning to the sister Bet.
"Oh, nothing!" said the other, wearily.
"Ain't you heard about that woman up at the Moosehead?"
"Heard all I care to," said the sister Bet, with jealous feeling.
Here was another red plum off the same tree.
"What about her?" said the sister Lize, now reaching on tiptoe, as
it were. The sister Bet rose impatiently and made for the door.
"Going?" said she that was called Lize, a note of alarm in her
voice.
"Yes; do you think I've nothing else to do but sit here and
gossip," said sister Bet, disappearing suddenly, her face red.
The newcomer sat in a thoughtful attitude, her elbow on the counter.
"Well?" said the sister Lize.
"You all treat me so funny here I guess I'll go," said Mrs.
Tredder, who now got up, her face darkening, and hurried away.
They of the plums had both vanished.
"Wretch!" said the sister Lize, hotly; "I could have choked her."
She squirmed a little, moving her chair roughly.
"She's forever sticking her nose into other people's business,"
were the words of the customer who was counting beads.
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