"Well, I am then," said Florrie, delighted at teasing her friends, and quite indifferent to the fact that the two girls who joined them were of a much rougher, lower stamp than themselves--girls whose Sunday finery consisted of an artificial flower to enliven their weekday dirt, and who, poor things, were little general drudges in places which no respectable girl would take. Liza and Polly were nothing loth, when Florrie chose to acknowledge an old Sunday school fellowship in mischief by stopping to speak. Liza was saucy, and called out loudly that she thought they'd all be too proud to take any notice. "Not I," said Florrie. "I don't care for no one. You come into our shop, Liza, any day, and I'll show you all the best things in it." "That you won't," said one of a group of the Sunday school lads who had followed. "I'd dare you to do that--you'd be afraid." "I dare," said Florrie. "You come in with an errand and see. I dare do anything I've a mind to; I don't care for no one!" "Florence Whittaker," said Ada Price, the pupil-teacher getting the better of the mischievous, idle girl in her, "I'll never walk with you again, you're too bad--and--oh my, come on, for there _is_ your Mrs Lee coming through the gate. Florrie, Florrie! She'll see you in another minute!" Ada and Carrie were indifferently behaved and common-minded girls, but they were not without some sense. A moderate amount of misbehaviour at, and on the road to and from their Sunday class was their way of enjoying their rather scanty bit of freedom; but risking their weekday occupation and their means of earning their living was another thing altogether. They pulled away from Florence, held up their heads, and walked on. But Florence Whittaker was daring with a different degree of folly from that of most silly girls. The sense of when to stop was lacking in her, as it had been woefully lacking in her eldest brother, and the sense of how delightful her employer's face of horror would be kept her standing in the midst of the group of rough lads and girls, and tempted her to raise her voice and call out again, "You see if I don't!" Mrs Lee, a most respectable-looking tradeswoman, walking through the fields with a friend, stopped short at sight of the "young lady" who served in her fancy shop thus surrounded. "Miss Whittaker!" she said in a voice of blank amazement. "Good afternoon, Mrs Lee," said Florence pertly. "Isn't it a nice afternoon?" "Miss Whittaker, I am surprised." "Are you, Mrs Lee? Our class is just over." Mrs Lee looked her up and down, and walked on in silence. This was no place for an altercation. "Go on, Florence Whittaker," said one of the bigger lads. "The old lady's right enough, and this ain't the place for young ladies--" "'Twas all along of you we came," said Florence. "Well, good-bye, Liza; don't you forget."