Mavis looked at her defiantly.
"Oh, you damn beast!" cried Miss Toombs again. "You were always lucky!"
"Lucky!" echoed Mavis.
"To go and have a little baby and not me. Oh, it's too bad: too bad!"
Mavis looked inquiringly at her friend to see if she were sincere. The next moment, the two foolish women were weeping happy tears in each other's arms over the unconscious, sleeping form of Mavis's baby.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MISS TOOMBS REVEALS HERSELF
"Fancy you being like this," said Mavis, when she had dried her eyes.
"Like what?"