"I'm so excited," she exclaimed, drawing out the letter. "This will decide my fate."
"Are you ready, Judy?" called Adele Windsor, opening the door and walking in, in her usual unceremonious fashion. Her quick glance took in the envelope Molly had flung on the table in her haste to read the note. "Oh, these southern girls," she remarked, raising her eyebrows and blinking at Judy.
Molly looked up quickly. It was certainly no affair of Adele's and still she felt like making an explanation.
"This is a business letter," she said quickly, the blood rushing into her face.
"Do business letters make one blush?" Adele said teasingly.
Molly could not tell why Adele irritated her so profoundly. She was ashamed afterward of what she called her unreasonable behavior. Certainly she did not appear very well in the passage of arms that now followed.
"It's none of your business at any rate," she exclaimed hotly, "and I'm not blushing."
After this outburst, she turned and walked into her room. Her face was crimson and she knew she would have wept if she had stayed another minute, and so have been further disgraced.
"Really, Molly, don't you think you are rather hard on poor Adele?" she heard Judy's voice saying. But not a word of apology would she make to Adele Windsor, whose high nasal tones now came to her through the half closed door.
"Never mind, I don't care, Judy. She can't help it. Didn't you ever hear about the temper that goes with red heads?"