They were in their room freshening their toilets for the evening.
“I don’t seem to suit you any more than Tom does,” said her chum coolly.
“I declare, Helen! you go too far.”
“I shan’t go too far this time—without Tom.” Helen laughed in a provoking way. “You can run along with your Chessleigh if you like. Not me!”
“That is just what I will do,” said Ruth quietly, but with flashing eyes. “I would not insult him by refusing—now. I will tell him you have a headache and cannot come.”
“Do as you like,” was the ungracious reply. “You are crazy about Chess, I guess.”
“I believe you are jealous, Helen Cameron!” cried Ruth, in wonder.
“I don’t know why I should be,” returned Helen lightly. “I’ve no interest in Chess Copley. And I haven’t had since—”
“Since when, I’d like to know?”
“Since I found him out. So now! That’s enough. I am not going. Unless, of course, Tom returns and wants me to go along with you and Chess.”