“Your loving—prince!!!!” repeated Wynnie. “And is there a Jimbsy to that?”
“I told you,” said the offended Alma, “the only thing Jimmie had to do with it was to deliver it.”
“So far as you know,” interjected Doro, “But Jimmie is a far-sighted lad.”
“Let me read it, Alma,” said Thistle in desperation. “I can’t see why some girls can’t have more manners.”
“And why some can’t have some?” retaliated Treble.
“Once more, shall I read it?” asked Alma, sighing.
“You shall,” declared Betta. “The first one that interrupts—— Oh, I say girls, it is almost time for drill. Have some sense and let’s hear it.”
Murmurs approved.
“‘I feel constrained to write this, dear,’” Alma actually read, “‘because I feel I have done you a great injustice.’” (Moans.)
“‘After you saw me and I fleed——’” Alma paused. “He means flew, of course.”