"You ought to know what is the matter, Inza Burrage!" she declared.
"I'm not the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter," said Inza, a bit defiantly. "How should I know?"
"You do know!"
"I should say that you are showing a bit of jealousy, if pressed for an answer."
"And haven't I a right to be jealous, Inza?" Elsie demanded.
"Haven't I a right to talk to Frank Merriwell and be nice to him, if I want to?"
"Of course, Inza, but—well—you know——"
"It seems to me, Elsie, that you came between Frank and me once! Isn't it so? Frank cared for me before he ever did for you. You came between us. I haven't come between you and Frank yet, but if I should do so would it be any worse than what you did?"
"Oh, I thought that was past!" cried Elsie, flushing and trembling. "You never understood me, Inza!"
"And do you fancy for a moment that you understand me?"