"As if I'd do any such a thing! I don't know what can have put it into your head."
Violet laughed.
"You should see your face," she said. "Why—any one could tell you were gone on him. They've only got to look at you."
There are some insults, some insolences that cannot be answered.
"You can believe that," said Winny, "if you like—if it makes you any happier. But your believing it won't make it true."
She walked slowly, in her small dignity, to the chair where she had thrown down her hat. She took up the hat and put it on, deliberately, with a high bravery, before the glass.
Then she turned to her friend and smiled at her.
"It's all right," she said, "though you mightn't think it. Good-by."
Whereupon Violet rushed at her and kissed her.
"It isn't your fault, and it isn't mine, Winky," she whispered. "It's got to be, I tell you."