She ran to her as soon as recess gave her liberty to speak.
"Why, Gracie! what is the matter?" she asked. "Why did you not stop for me this morning?"
"'Cause I did not choose to," answered Gracie shortly.
"Are you mad with me?" asked Fanny, putting a very unnecessary question, for it was quite plain to all beholders that this was Gracie's state of mind.
"Yes, I am; and I have a good right to be too," answered Gracie, her eyes flashing at Fanny.
"What have I done?" asked the innocent Fanny.
"You need not pretend you don't know, Miss Hateful," replied Gracie, "nor pretend you haven't a guilty conscience. I've found you out! I'll never be friends with you again."
"You ought to tell Fanny what it is, and let her make it up," said Belle.
"She can't make it up. I've found her out before it was too late. She is a false, treacherous friend," said Gracie, waxing magnificent and severe in her reproaches, as she imagined.