“You were afraid to refuse, lest something happen, and you didn’t know all about it,” finished the blue-eyed girl. “Well, I wish to tender my resignation from the club, to take effect at once.”
“And so do I,” said the girl with the dimple in her chin.
“And I,” said the girl with the classic profile.
“I, too,” said the girl with the eyeglasses.
“W—why, then, there’s nobody left!” exclaimed the blue-eyed girl, gazing about the room in astonishment. “Oh, w—what will all the men of our set say when they hear of this!” she wailed.
“I never thought of that!” said the girl with the Roman nose. “I know well enough, though, without thinking,” she added.
“They will say that women never can agree among themselves,” sobbed the girl with the dimple in her chin, “and they will keep on saying it, in spite of the fact that it is a baseless libel!”
“Of—of course, I am not an—angry, only hurt,” sobbed the president.
“I am not angry at all,” said the blue-eyed girl, “only distressed that the others—”
“I’m sure I—I haven’t a hard feeling against any—anybody,” wailed the girl with the dimple in her chin.