VOLUME I
10. CHAPTER X
(continued)
"Shall I love her or shall I hate her?" Ralph asked while they
moved along the platform.
"Whichever you do will matter very little to her," said Isabel.
"She doesn't care a straw what men think of her."
"As a man I'm bound to dislike her then. She must be a kind of
monster. Is she very ugly?"
"No, she's decidedly pretty."
"A female interviewer--a reporter in petticoats? I'm very curious
to see her," Ralph conceded.
"It's very easy to laugh at her but it is not easy to be as brave
as she."
"I should think not; crimes of violence and attacks on the person
require more or less pluck. Do you suppose she'll interview me?"
"Never in the world. She'll not think you of enough importance."
"You'll see," said Ralph. "She'll send a description of us all,
including Bunchie, to her newspaper."
"I shall ask her not to," Isabel answered.
"You think she's capable of it then?"
"Perfectly."
"And yet you've made her your bosom-friend?"
"I've not made her my bosom-friend; but I like her in spite of
her faults."
"Ah well," said Ralph, "I'm afraid I shall dislike her in spite
of her merits."
"You'll probably fall in love with her at the end of three days."
"And have my love-letters published in the Interviewer? Never!"
cried the young man.
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