"Oh, she doesn't care," interposed Belle. "I don't believe that she cares for anything but study and music."
"Yes," added Brenda, "it drives me half crazy to hear her piano going half the time."
"Ah, that's what drives you crazy," said Nora, mischievously. "I thought you had seemed a little queer lately."
Brenda tossed her head, but before she had time to answer this, Edith returned to the question of Julia.
"Really and honestly, Brenda, I feel very uncomfortable about Julia. We ought at least to invite her to join us. I dare say she wouldn't come every week, but I do think that she ought to be asked. It doesn't seem to me polite to leave her out—or kind."
Again Belle spoke for Brenda. "Really, Edith, you're awfully Puritanic; that's what everybody says: you're always thinking about the wrong and right of things."
"Well, why shouldn't I? I'm sure we all intend to do what is right."
"Yes, of course, in a way. But you don't have to keep thinking about it always. People have to enjoy themselves sometimes, and if we can't enjoy ourselves in this Four Club we might as well give it up at once."
"Do you mean that Julia would prevent our enjoying ourselves if she came?" Nora's voice sounded ominously severe.
"I didn't say that, but—well what's the good of talking?" cried Belle, who saw that she was getting into deep water.