The room was dimly lighted. Miss Woodruff, thinking that the dark shadow in the corner was Maude, stepped into the room and said, with dignity: “Maude, I am ready to accept your apology.”
This, of course, was rather sudden. The culprit had no apology at her tongue’s end. Still, she had something—irrepressible Maude was never entirely at a loss. She opened the wardrobe door, smiled sweetly at Miss Woodruff and said:
“Nous avons les raisins blancs et noirs mais pas de cerises.”
Apparently Miss Woodruff didn’t care whether there were cherries or not. She went out and slammed the door.
[CHAPTER XII—A GROWING GIRL]
After her third day of solitary confinement, Maude promised to apologize properly to Miss Woodruff the next morning, immediately after prayers.
“Miss Woodruff,” said Maude, standing very slim and straight at her own desk in the Assembly room, “I apologize for the things I did to your—your clothes the other night. I’m sorry it was necessary to do them.”
“That will do,” said Dr. Rhodes, raising his hand, hastily—for there was no knowing how far irrepressible Maude might go, with all those other girls ready to applaud. “I’m sure Miss Woodruff accepts your apology.”
“I do,” replied Miss Woodruff, coldly, “but I should also like to have my silver cardcase returned at once. I have always kept it on the right hand side of my dresser, exactly six inches from my pincushion.”
“Sacré bleu! Quel précision!” breathed untidy Madame Bolande.