“Well, I like that!” exclaimed Dorothy. “Now, you just out with it, Miss Secret-Keeper, and pretty quick, too!”
“Oh, well, it’s nothing, anyhow,” said Jeanette, with a heightened color; “it’s only that I can’t go to the reception.”
“Not go to the reception!” cried Betty and Dorothy together. “Why not?”
“Well, because—because I can’t have a new dress.”
“Oh, is that all?” said Betty. “Why, I’ll give you a new dress.”
To Betty’s amazement, Jeanette turned to her with a look she never forgot.
“How dare you say such a thing, Betty McGuire? If you weren’t one of my best friends, I’d never forgive you!”
“I didn’t mean any harm,” stammered Betty, quite crushed by Jeanette’s offended look.
“Of course she didn’t,” chimed in Dorothy; “in fact, she didn’t mean it at all.”
Betty was about to speak, but Dorothy pinched her arm to be silent, and went on herself.