Betty laughed and patted her shoulder comfortingly.
"I guess we all are once in a while," she said, adding with a return of her old cheeriness, "Now, prove your repentance by 'fessing up. It's sure to make you feel better."
"Well, it wasn't anything much," Mollie replied, her face clouding again. "Only—I had a quarrel with—with—somebody—"
"How very explicit," drawled Grace, who had entered the room in time to hear the last part of the sentence.
Mollie stiffened, and Betty sent Grace a warning glance.
"Go on, Mollie dear, I'm awfully interested," Betty hurriedly interposed. "Because, you see," she added ruefully, "I just had a quarrel myself."
"You did," cried the three at once, and crowded around her eagerly.
"Oh, Betty, who with?" asked Amy, too excited to bother about grammar. Betty quarreled so seldom with anybody that when she did the girls considered it an event.
"I'll tell you about it after Mollie has 'fessed up," evaded Betty, seeming a trifle sorry for her confidence.
"Oh, did Mollie have one, too?" cried Grace delightedly, while Mollie sent her a hostile glance.