They both laughed. Laughter altered and improved Mary wonderfully. It was a faculty she never exercised. She was always much too serious.
“Do you know, I haven’t one woman friend,” said Mary.
“Yes, you have, now.” Bertha pressed her hand.
“Good-bye! … Oh, Bertha, do you really think he’ll miss me?”
“Of course he will! Awfully!”
“Thanks. Good-bye!”
*
“Poor girl!” Bertha said to herself as Mary left the house.