"Oh, it's no matter."
Helen snapped the lid of her trunk:
"I'm leaving on the first train."
"Oh, come now," Cleo urged impatiently. "You'll do nothing of the kind—the major will be himself to-morrow."
"I am going at once——"
"You're not going!" the woman declared firmly, laying her hand again on the girl's arm.
With a shudder Helen drew quickly away.
"Please—please don't touch me again!" she cried with anger. "I'm sorry, but I can't help it."
With an effort Cleo suppressed her rage:
"Well, I won't. I understand—but you can't go like this. The major will be furious."