"You did, and a fine row you'll get into. Oh, you immaculate girl, whom Miss Peacock thinks so much of! I can open her eyes."
"I can explain things to Miss Peacock," said Star; "but that is neither here nor there. I am prepared to suffer if I have done wrong. But, Susan, my wrong-doing won't put yours right. You are in a very serious position at this moment, and you had best let me help you."
"Help me?" said Susan. "Do you mean to?"
"I will tell you presently. Read your letter."
"I—I won't."
"Very well. Perhaps you will when I have spoken a little longer. Yesterday evening I went home to tea with Florence Dixie."
"You did? Well, I never!"
"I had tea with her, and she walked back with me part of the way. I asked her to tell me if you had sent her a note. She denied it."
"Of course she did, for I never sent her any note."