Maude turned sullen, and refused to say anything. Betty looked mystified, but wasn’t sure whether she ought to insist on an explanation or not.
She had been responsible for bringing Martha, and if Maude didn’t like her, it was unfortunate, but to discuss it might only make matters worse.
Dorothy, with her ready tact, came to the rescue. “You four play,” she said, throwing down her racket, “and Maude and I will go for a row on the lake.”
Maude brightened up at this, and Betty concluded that she had been merely ill-tempered over nothing, after all.
“TAKE MY RACKET,” SAID BETTY, “AND PLAY A SET WITH MARTHA”
“I’m going to tell you,” said Maude to Dorothy, as they pushed out on the lake, “but I promised Mrs. Halstead I wouldn’t say anything to Martha about it. I’ve lost five dollars, and I can’t help thinking she took it.”
“Who? Mrs. Halstead?”
“Mercy, no! Martha.”
“Never! I don’t believe it!”