"No, it isn't. We'll start all over again. Come, now."
She shook her head miserably.
"Pup-pup-please!" she wailed. "I—I want to resign."
Bill watched her as she curled up in the chair, tucked her feet under her party dress and hunted for a dry spot on the handkerchief.
"I wonder if it would be all right for me to cuddle her," he mused. "The poor kid needs it; maybe she expects it. Well, such being the case——"
A knock, a door opening, and Pete Stearns. He sensed the situation at a glance and winked at Bill.
"I just wished to report, sir, that I escorted Miss Wayne to her home and left her feeling somewhat better."
Mary hastily dabbed her eyes and looked up.
"She's all right? You're sure?"