“However, it is some satisfaction to see our beloved superior taking the same medicine that we are taking; walking for our health, as it were.”
Mrs. Smythe was making heavy weather of it, and Grace, filled with compassion, stepped up to her and linked an arm within that of the supervisor.
“Please permit me to assist you along,” she urged gently.
Mrs. Smythe threw off Grace’s arm angrily.
“Be good enough to keep your hands off. I wish nothing whatever to do with you.”
“Mrs. Smythe, please do not speak to me in that tone. I feel much worse about it than you possibly can, and I blame myself, even if that truck driver did crowd me into the railing. Won’t you please forgive me?”
“You will learn later what I propose to do to you, driver. Do not forget that you are speaking to your superior officer and not to your equal.”
“I had suspected something of the sort myself,” answered the Overton girl, drawing herself up and moving on ahead at a rapid stride.
“Chad spoke the truth for once,” chuckled Miss Briggs. “I wonder if she realizes what she said? That is too good to keep. I shall have to tell the girls about that. Do you really think she will do something to you?”
“I would not be at all surprised.”