“Susie Hale,” she said, “get right in this cart. Never mind your hat; just get in this very minute!”
Susie was fairly frightened at Betty’s tones, and though she was unwilling, she couldn’t help doing as she was told.
Silent and a little bewildered, she climbed in beside Betty, and turning quickly, they were soon flying back over the road Betty had come.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” Betty began, for she was of no mind to spare Susie’s feelings now. “You, the president of the club, to cut up such a childish caper! You can sing the solos, of course; I don’t care a mite! But you should have told me you wanted to sing them, in the first place.”
“Who told you I wanted to?” said Susie, weakly, now thoroughly ashamed of herself.
“Your mother did, and I’m glad she did, for I never should have guessed what foolish thing was the matter with you. I don’t think anybody that would act like you have is fit to be president of a club!”
Betty’s righteous indignation seemed to show Susie the despicableness of her own conduct, and she began to cry.
THEY WENT SPINNING AWAY TOWARD THE PINE HILL ROAD
“I’m sorry,” she said; “truly I am. Can you ever forgive me?”