"Oh, Doris, it would be mean," protested Rosalie conscientiously.
"Very well, then, Miss Rosalie, decide for yourself. I think you get along better on your own responsibility anyhow. Puzzle it out for yourself, go or not, just as you think best."
"Then I shall go," said Rosalie positively, and she went into the hall for her hat. "You think it is quite all right for me to go then, Doris?"
"I do not think one single thing about it."
"But you will not object if I go?"
"I shall not even mention it."
"Everybody else goes, and they are just as good as we are—better than Zee and I."
"Perhaps."
"Oh, you bad General, you make me so cross," cried Rosalie, tossing her hat to the floor. "Why didn't you just say I couldn't go—I never disobey you, do I? Or why didn't you say I could go, then if my conscience hurt me I could say it was your fault. Now you have spoiled the whole thing!"
Rosalie ran to the telephone and called a number in a voice unruffled and sweet.