Gregory came round the corner of the building from the dining-room, and the big girl who was crouching before Clementina, and who boasted that she was not afraid of the student, called saucily to him, "Come here, a minute, Mr. Gregory," and as he approached, she tilted aside, to let him see Clementina's slippers.
Clementina beamed up at him with all her happiness in her eyes, but after a faltering instant, his face reddened through its freckles, and he gave her a rebuking frown and passed on.
"Well, I decla'e!" said the big girl. Fane turned uneasily, and said with a sigh, he guessed he must be going, now.
A blight fell upon the gay spirits of the group, and the shoeman asked with an ironical glance after Gregory's retreating figure, "Owna of this propaty?"
"No, just the ea'th," said the big girl, angrily.
The voice of Clementina made itself heard with a cheerfulness which had apparently suffered no chill, but was really a rising rebellion. "How much ah' the slippas?"
"Three dollas," said the shoeman in a surprise which he could not conceal at Clementina's courage.
She laughed, and stooped to untie the slippers. "That's too much for me."
"Let me untie 'em, Clem," said the big girl. "It's a shame for you eva to take 'em off."
"That's right, lady," said the shoeman. "And you don't eva need to," he added, to Clementina, " unless you object to sleepin' in 'em. You pay me what you want to now, and the rest when I come around the latta paht of August."
"Oh keep 'em, Clem!" the big girl urged, passionately, and the rest joined her with their entreaties.