“Oh, Judy,” cried Molly, “you are talking wildly. What do you mean?”
“You did. You upset me completely when you said: ‘don’t be so dictatorial.’ I never heard you make a speech like that before. And just as I was about to go on, too. It was cruel. It was unkind. If it had come from any one else but you——”
“Here—here,” broke in Margaret. “Really, Judy, you’re losing your temper.”
“She never said it, anyhow,” cried Nance. “I said it myself.”
“She did say it, Nance. You’re just trying to screen her,” replied Judy, who had worked herself into a nervous rage.
“Is this going to be a free fight?” asked Edith, who always enjoyed battles.
Molly was gathering up her things.
“Not as far as I am concerned,” she answered, in a trembling voice.
As she went out she looked sorrowfully back at Judy, but not another word did she say.
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Judy Kean?” cried Nance. “You’re jealous and that’s the whole of it,” and she flung herself out of the door after Molly. The others quickly followed. Certainly sympathy was against Judy.