“Never mind,” said the girl with the eyeglasses, “this has been an executive meeting, anyhow.”
“Why, so it has,” said the president, kissing her; “what a comfort you are, Marion dear. Tom’s handsome cousin is coming home from Montana next week with a lot of money, and you shall be the very first girl to have an introduction to him!”
“Have you seen Jack Bittersweet lately?” asked the girl with the eyeglasses, as she linked her arm in that of the girl with the dimple in her chin, after the meeting had dissolved.
“Yes, he came to see me yesterday. I was in agony all the time he was there, lest Dorothy come in. I knew she would never believe that it was the first time he had done it since they quarreled!”
“Of course she wouldn’t. Did he ask your advice?”
“Yes. So does she—but neither of them take it.”
“You don’t expect that, I hope. Well, did you find out if he still cares for her?”
“He does. I sat on the sofa, in my prettiest house-gown, and he took a chair six feet away. He didn’t even tell me that fewer men would go to the dogs if there were more women like me in the world!”
“Well, I only hope that they will soon come to their senses, that’s all. Dorothy looks like a ghost, and as for Jack—”
“If they don’t,” cried the girl with the dimple in her chin, savagely, “I shall just have to spend a month or two in a sanatarium. And I’m not sure that that will save my life,” she added.