IN the afternoon Winnie appeared rosy and smiling under her dripping umbrella. “Well, old weepy wapory wiper,” was her greeting as Joanne rushed to meet her, “how goes it?”
“Fine,” responded Joanne with as sunny a smile as Winnie’s own.
“All over your doldrums? You great big baby, to cry at a little thing like that,” continued Winnie closing her umbrella.
“How do you know I was crying?”
“Couldn’t mistake that teary voice; the drops actually oozed through the telephone and ran along the wires till one fell on my nose.”
“You ridiculous girl! Come in.”
“I will for a few minutes, but I can’t stay long, though I hope to take you back with me.”
“Oh, dear, I’d love to go, but Gradda would never consent. If I couldn’t go to school I couldn’t go pleasuring. You see I left my rubbers up in the country——”
“Careless child.”
“Of course; I know that. Moreover I forgot to tell Gradda, so when this morning came I did remember and there was no time to get others, so here was I miserable.”