Page:Further Chronicles of Avonlea (1920).djvu/45

Rh “It has cost us over a hundred dollars,” said Ismay, with a malevolent glance at the sleek Fatima.

“It has cost me more than that,” I said, as I turned to the stairway.

Max held me back for an instant, while Ismay and Fatima pattered down.

“Do you think it has cost too much, Sue?” he whispered.

I looked at him sideways. He was really a dear. Niceness fairly exhaled from him.

“No-o-o,” I said, “but when we are married you will have to take care of Fatima, I won't.”

“Dear Fatima,” said Max gratefully.