“Yes, I think you told me that. I feel very sorry for her. Of course, she is not at all the kind of child I should choose for a companion for my little girl, but I am very glad you have tried to be kind to her, though I cannot say I regret her leaving the school you attend.”
Edna was silent for a moment and so was her mother who presently asked: “Have you given out all your invitations, dear?”
“No, mother, I still have one.”
“Whom did you send the other to?”
“Miss Martin. She and her father were so nice to me at the fair you know, but one of the other girls has invited Mr. Martin.”
“I see. That was certainly a very good choice for you to make.”
“I can’t quite decide about the other one,” Edna went on. “I want to give it to the one who wants it most, of the two girls at school who would love to have it.”
“Is one of them Clara Adams?”
“Oh, mother, no. Nobody wants her.” Then after a silence, “I suppose she wants to come badder than anyone else, but—mother, do you think, do you really think I ought to invite her?”
“Why, my dear, that is for you to decide.”