"What a sneaking trick of her!"
"And she thought it was you, because you'd got your feet wet."
"Sporting of her to examine our shoes! It's like Sherlock Holmes!"
"Sporting! I call it disgusting!"
"Is poor darling 'Jack' never to write again to his little 'Forget-me-not'?" demanded Vivien, with a note of tragedy in her voice.
"We'd better drown him, or kill him at the front, or let him die suddenly of pneumonia!" said Patsie sadly. "Then you can look decently sorry for a while. It really is too bad, just when I was working up so nicely for the elopement! He was buying a new car on purpose. Never mind! I'll write a novel some day, when I've left school, and I'll put all the letters in—every scrap of them. And when it's published, I'll send a copy of it to Miss Janet!"
"Oh!" thrilled the excited circle.
"She'll say then: 'The dear girl! I always said she was clever, and would turn out a famous authoress!' People generally say afterwards that they 'always said'."
"Oh, Patsie! It will be so delightful! Do begin it soon!"
"Not till I leave school, and that's a whole term and a half off, with the Easter holidays thrown in. You'll have to wait!"