“But he did. He overheard Mr. Rocksby saying it to Florence; and that was one of the things he mentioned when I gave him the bill.”
“You poor dear!” said the president. “I declare it really depresses me to hear of such persistent ill-luck. Well, girls, since we have thoroughly exhausted our subject, I think we may just as well adjourn.”
The blue-eyed girl went home with the girl with the dimple in her chin, and after they had begun to sip their tea, she said:
“Is it true that Jack intends to go to Australia unless our quarrel is made up?”
“He—he says he will,” was the cautious reply.
“Then, I want to know what you intend to do in the matter?”
“What I—intend to do in the matter?” she gasped.
“Yes. Of course it is thoroughly in your hands. I have not made a single move without consulting you, and being guided by your advice. And if the quarrel is never made up, and I die of a broken heart, it will be entirely your fault!”