"There isn't the least doubt of that," interposed Anne slyly.
"Silence," commanded Grace severely. "I shall have you arrested for contempt of court. Then there won't be any counsel for the defense. The first witness, that's you, Arline, will please take the stand. You needn't really move, you know. We will take a few things for granted. Sit up straight and be as dignified as possible. Fold your hands on the table. That's right. Now, state where and when you first met the defendant. Ruth can be the defendant until I question her. Then you'll have to play the part."
"Over a year ago, at Morton House," stated Arline obediently.
"What was your opinion of the defendant?"
"I liked her better than any other girl I had ever met," confessed Arline.
"Defendant number two, what did you think of Arline Thayer?" quizzed Grace, eyeing Ruth expectantly.
"I liked her as much as she liked me," replied Ruth promptly.
"When did your first disagreement occur?" probed Grace, turning from Ruth to Arline.
"Here, at this very table," returned Arline in a low tone.
"Whose fault was it?" inquired Grace wickedly.