Miss Gertrude's eyes were on her fragile pink work as Ethel Blue blundered on.
"What shall I tell him?" she said, breaking the silence.
"You may tell him," said Gertrude slowly, "that I have a school friend in Oklahoma who tells me that Oklahoma is a very good place to live."
Ethel Blue clapped her hands noiselessly.
"But tell him, also," Gertrude went on, her blue eyes stern, "that I shall be too busy to see him before he goes."
"Oh, Miss Gertrude!" ejaculated Ethel, disappointed. "I don't quite know whether you care or not."
"Neither do I," replied Gertrude, and she leaned over and kissed Ethel Blue with lips that smiled sadly.