“You’ll be goin’ away, too, pretty soon, and I s’pose you’ll be glad you will never see him again. But,” she added dolefully, “ain’t it awful the way people just meets and parts?”
Dora was a long time finding that for which she was searching among the clothes hanging on a row of nails, and Susie, rolling her eyes in that direction, was sure, very sure, that she saw Teacher dab at her lashes with the frilly ruffle of a petticoat before she turned around.
“When did he say he was going?”
“He didn’t say; but to-day or to-morrow, I should think.”
“If he cared so much because I am cool to him, he certainly would have asked me why I treated him so. But he didn’t care enough to ask.”
Teacher’s voice sounded queer even to herself, and she seemed intensely interested in buttoning her boots.
“Pooh! I know why. It’s because he thinks you like that Smith.”
“Smith!”
“Yes, Smith.”
The jangle of Ling’s triangle interrupted the fascinating conversation.