“So far as I know. Myrtle can be lovely, you know.”
“Did you know that Myrtle went over to see Lilian in the pest-house and said she was sorry for what she did last year?”
“Did she? That was nice of her.”
“Yes, if you could only trust her, or believe what she says.”
“That is the puzzle of it, and I hate to be thinking of such things about anybody. Perhaps she really is sorry, but you can’t help but think that she wants to stand in with our crowd because it’s more comfortable!”
“I don’t pretend to understand her, Isabel, but I’m going to ‘give her the benefit of the doubt,’ as Mother says, and be friendly.”
“But you wouldn’t take her into the Psyche Club, would you?”
“No, for she wouldn’t fit in with our intimate friends at all; but I don’t see but it would be all right to take her into the literary society. I heard that she was ’most killed that she didn’t get an invitation.”
“That was too bad, but I don’t see that we ought to have done it, either.”
“She isn’t a good student and cheats sometimes to get through, you know, but Miss West happened to tell me the other day how much better she is doing this year. Maybe if we are nice to her it will help her!”