“She was jealous of me. I noticed how she looked at me when I came in and she never said a single word while all of us were chatting. Then the moment you gave me a little pat, she jumped up as though she had received an electric shock and fled.”
“Absurd! I hate to think it of Mary.”
“It’s true all the same. Didn’t you know she was crazy about you?”
“No, and I don’t want to know it. A girl had better be beau-crazy than have these silly cases with other girls. I am going to put a stop to it in some way.”
“How, may I ask?”
“I might do like Peg Woffington and put my hair up in curl papers and appear at my very worst.”
“Well, dearie, your worst might be so much better than some person’s best that that might not work. But don’t think I’ve got a case on you.”
“Never! We were foolish enough college girls but we never were that foolish. I can’t remember anyone in our crowd having these silly mashes. Can you?”
“Unless it was the affair Judy Kean had with Adele Windsor. Do you remember when poor Judy turned up with her hair dyed a blue black?”