In the hall she took off Alicia's coat and hung it on the rack just as
Alicia herself appeared on the stairs.
"Where you been?" she called out gaily.
"Next door," said Dolly, "to say a fond farewell to Polly Mortimer. And as my coat was upstairs, I took the liberty of wearing yours."
"That's all right," laughed Alicia, "you're welcome to it, I'm sure. Oh, I say, Dolly, there's a letter in the pocket of it! I hope you didn't read it!"
"Alicia Steele! You ought to be ashamed of yourself to hint at such a thing!"
"There, there, don't flare up over nothing! I only said I hoped you didn't. Did you?"
"I consider that question insulting!"
"Yes, people often get out of answering, that way! Now, you haven't answered me yet. Did you or did you NOT read that letter that's in the pocket of my coat?"
"I did NOT! But I've my opinion of a girl who could even think I'd do such a thing!"
"Well, you had plenty of time, and when you were in next door, would have been a good opportunity. I'm not sure I believe you even yet. You're blushing like fury!"