“It isn’t entirely the exercise!” laughed Maud. “Irene has other reasons for being so crazy about the place.”
“Maud!” said her older sister, reprovingly.
“Oh, do tell us the rest!” cried Alice. “It isn’t fair to stop in the middle of something interesting.”
“There’s really nothing to tell,” said Irene, coldly.
Maud winked at Alice.
“I’ll see you in private,” she said, “though I won’t tell any names, Irene!”
“Oh, go ahead—I don’t care! It isn’t serious, girls; it’s only silly. But maybe the warning will help some of you. I sort of lost my head about Kirk—he’s terribly good-looking, you know—and he treated me like ice. Don’t any of you show him that he makes the slightest impression on you!”
“I should say we won’t!” cried Alice, with true loyalty to another member of her own sex. “Oh, girls, let’s don’t pay any attention at all to him! I hate conceited men! Let’s—”
“Sh! Alice! Do be careful!” warned Ethel. “You don’t want the boys to hear you, do you?”
“No, of course not, but—”