“I don’t know whether he knows that or not; but he does know that I’ve broken my engagement with him. I sent back his ring, and—”
“Dear, dear; that ring must have already cost its real value in messenger fees alone. Let me see, how many times have you sent—”
“And you may know that I am in earnest when I tell you that I am to pour tea for Nell to-morrow, and everybody will comment on its absence.”
“Do you want me to come over and stay with you to-night, dear?” queried the girl with the dimple in her chin.
“No, thank you, dear. I can just as well talk it over with you now. Of course it was Jack’s fault.”
The girl with the dimple in her chin was silent.
“Well, Emily Marshmallow, I did think that you, of all people, would sympathize with me, and—”
“Look here, Dorothy; of course I sympathize with you, but you remember when you quarreled with Jack the last time I—”
“I remember the last time that Jack quarreled with me,” replied the blue-eyed girl, with dignity.
“Well, I sympathized violently with you, and the consequence was that you wouldn’t speak to me for a month after you made up with him!”