Helen. I wish I’d never sent it. All I’ve got from him to-day at school is a nod and a stare. He’s mad about something, and you’re to blame.
Mrs. W. How about the roses and the book?
Helen. Well—he sent them before he got Evvie’s valentine.
Evelyn. I never sent him any!
Mrs. W. That will do, girls, both of you. Helen, if things have gone to this point I am glad I have found it out in time. I knew he was a rather sentimental boy, but I thought him harmless as an associate, and he was poor Fanny’s boy, so I have encouraged his coming here—having no mother. But this——
Evelyn. Oh, Helen isn’t quite as foolish as she seems, Mamma. She’s just jealous because he thinks me pretty. As if I cared what he thought!
Helen (sneeringly). Yes, as if you did!
Mrs. W. Here’s Bert coming. If you don’t want to hear of this foolish quarrel for the next six weeks, you’d better stop it. Bobby and Louise, not a word about it. Remember now.
Enter Bert.