“Is it late?”
“Four o’clock in the afternoon.”
“Oh, and I intended to get away early this morning.”
“Get away where?” inquired Wally.
“Anywhere out of sight”—desperately.
He sat on the edge of her bed.
“Look here, kid, just what did happen?”
“You’ll never understand, and I’m not going to talk about it,” she said, sullenly.
“You needn’t take that tone,” said her mother, sharply. “You’ve made an utter fool of yourself, and of us, too.”
“Now, Max, let her alone to-day,” Wally protested.