“Not in this case, dear. He had had her monogram embroidered on the top of each pair. And now he is offended that she does not wear them!”
“How exactly like a man,” said the girl with the dimple in her chin. “Now, I have too high a regard for truth to—”
“Waste it on such a little thing as that? I know,” said the brown-eyed blonde. “Well, I hope Pauline’s mishap will be a warning to you.”
“She might say that she could not accept such a gift from a masculine friend,” thoughtfully suggested the girl with the classic profile.
“But she had thanked him very prettily, and said they were just her size, and how did he know it? before she discovered that she could not exchange them! Oh, I just don’t see any way out of it. I told Tom about it, and he said, ‘Pshaw, let her tell him the truth, and be done with it.’ And yet Tom is very clever—for a man.”
“Indeed he is,” said the blue-eyed girl, warmly, “he is one of the few people who always understands a joke when I tell it. Just because I leave out a little bit of it, some people—”
“Oh, girls,” cried the girl with the classic profile, “I’ve been waiting for a good chance to tell you that Eunice is married!”
“Is it possible?” said the girl with the eyeglasses. “I remember that she always said people ought to know each other very well before they were married. That was why she went for a long visit to that Kansas girl whose brother was so much in love with her. She married him, I suppose.”
“Why—er—no. You see, he asked her, and she said she could not give him an answer until she concluded her visit. They would know each other much better then.”
“And she refused him, after all?” said the girl with the Roman nose.