“Never mind,” said the brown-eyed blonde, “people are sure to be punished in some way or another. I wouldn’t get up early on Sunday morning, and go to church if I did not firmly believe that.”
“Goodness me,” said the president, “it must be awfully late, girls, and I promised Tom to adjourn early and meet him down town. I do wonder if he has been waiting for me all this time!”
“I’ve seen Jack,” said the girl with the dimple in her chin, as the friends went down the stairs; “met him on the street this morning.”
“And, I suppose you hurried right on, and never said a civil word to him,” returned the blue-eyed girl.
“Indeed I didn’t. I called after him to wait for me, and—”
“And I suppose he thought that I had told you to talk to him, since you were so eager. You needn’t tell me a word that you said—I don’t want to hear anything about it. Did—did he look sort of hollow-eyed and worn?”
“‘M—I can’t say that he did. But he said that he thought he must give up chafing-dish suppers.”
“I should think he must have bad dreams,” said the blue-eyed girl, viciously.
“He—he told me that he had called at your house the other day, and—”
“I suppose you let him go on thinking that I meant that message for him. A nice friend you are, Emily Marshmallow!”