“Take my racket,” said Betty to Maude, “and play a set with Martha. I’d just as lief sit and watch you.”
“No, thank you,” said Maude. “I don’t care to play.”
Betty looked up suddenly at this, and saw Maude give Martha a contemptuous glance and turn away.
Martha turned red and looked dismayed, as she well might at such a speech.
“What do you mean?” exclaimed Betty, ready to take up the cudgels for Martha, if need be.
“Never you mind,” said Maude. “Martha knows what I mean!”
“I don’t!” stammered Martha, choking with mortification at being thus spoken to.
“Oh, yes, you do!” said Maude. “I’m very much obliged for your ice-cream!”
“Betty, what does she mean?” cried Martha, turning helplessly toward her friend.
“She doesn’t mean anything,” said Irene, looking angrily at Maude. “Mother told you to wait.”