“By the way, do you act?” asked Millicent abruptly.
“A little,” answered Molly, and that ended the tea party.
In the evening Judy was slightly cold to Molly. It was almost imperceptible, so subtle was the change, and Molly herself was hardly aware of it until her friend, stretched on the couch reading, suddenly closed her book with a snap and remarked:
“Considering you dislike the Beta Phi girls, you certainly managed to monopolize one of them.”
“Judy!” remonstrated Nance, shocked at this unaccountable exhibition of temperament.
Molly said nothing whatever, and presently she slipped off to bed.
“We’ve all got our faults,” she kept saying to herself, but she was bitterly hurt, nevertheless.