"You're very good and unselfish," she said in low tones. "I hope you and he are very happy."
"Why, Miss Baldwin," exclaimed Betty, blushing, "there is nothing between us. He is scarcely a friend"——
"I know, dear," replied the taller girl, kissing her again. "He is a very good and lovable boy, and very impetuous. He really loves you."
She smiled a trifle wanly and turning, left the room.
Betty Tabor turned with a sigh, just in time to see Mrs. Clancy making violent gestures through a small crack in the door.
"You didn't ask her," exclaimed the exasperated Mrs. Clancy. "You didn't ask her!"
"Ask her what?" inquired Betty in surprise. "You heard what we talked about?"
"Every word. I listened shamelessly," replied the manager's wife. "'Tis my curiosity will kill me. You didn't ask her one word about who McCarthy is. And she knows all about him!"
"I didn't think—I forgot," said Betty, hurrying to gather her work and belongings in preparation for leaving.
"Where are you going, child?" asked Mrs. Clancy.