"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."