around with other women's husbands, and lettin' every fool that comes along kiss ye if he wants to."
"Ye need n't talk," cried Annie. "Ye did it yerself, an' ye 're no better than the grocer man."
"An' do ye think I'd a-done it if I had n't knowed ye was willin?"
Annie backed against the wall, and with flushed cheeks and blazing eyes, stared at him speechlessly, angry with herself at her powerlessness to say anything that would hurt him enough. As she stood there, Master Bobby and Mr. Lane came in on their way to visit the kennels. Mr. Lane looked curiously from the angry girl to the nonchalant groom, who had resumed his work, and was softly whistling under his breath. Master Bobby, being intent only upon puppies, passed on without noticing the two, but Mr. Lane glanced back over his shoulder at Annie's pretty flushed face, and paused to ask:
