"Because you kiss Janet McFadden, you needn't think you can kiss any girl."
CHAPTER XIII
JANET EXPLAINS
By ten o'clock next morning Janet McFadden was at the door asking for Rosie. Rosie did not, of course, ever care to see Janet again, but as she had come Rosie could scarcely deny herself.
She found her one-time friend looking pinched and worried—conscience-stricken, no doubt—and little wonder.
"I'm going to the grocery, Janet. Do you want to come with me?"
Hardly outside the gate, Janet began: "You're not mad at me, Rosie, are you?"
"Mad?" Rosie spoke the word as if it were one with which she was unfamiliar.