“Why, just yesterday.”
Yesterday! Only yesterday! By such a narrow margin she had missed Caroline.
“Dumb-paste it!” cried Jacqueline, beside herself.
“That’s a bad word,” said Eleanor austerely.
“’Tisn’t either,” Jacqueline retorted. “Don’t you ever paste things?”
“Not that way,” insisted Eleanor.
“Well, I don’t care,” said Jacqueline morosely. “I suppose she isn’t going to write you?” she caught at the last rag of fluttering hope.
Eleanor was eager with explanations:
“I asked her to, but she looked scared, and said she never wrote letters.”
Oh, docile Caroline! Only too well had she remembered and carried out the instructions of her leader. The reward of her docility was that Jacqueline merely yearned to shake her.