“Because I was foolish—I should have been more careful.”
“About the note you mean?”
“Yes,” replied Miette.
“You won’t mind if I ask you something,” said Dorothy bravely, “because you know I only do so to help you. I am continually having to do things that may be misunderstood—but I hope you understand me.”
“Your motive is too plainly kind,” replied Miette, “I could not possibly misunderstand a girl like you.”
“I am so glad you feel that way,” followed Dorothy. “I really felt queer about speaking to you of the affair. But you see I have been at Glenwood School several terms and I know most of the girls and have some influence with them. If you could only tell me about it—I mean the note—”
“Have you not heard? Did not that girl tell every one?” asked Miette, in a scornful voice.
“Why no, of course not. Our girls are not babies,” replied Dorothy with some feeling.
“I supposed it was all over the school—”
“I am positive that no one, not even Mrs. Pangborn to whom the note was turned over—even she would not think of reading it.”