“Why Tini Hoffman!” exclaimed Ida Hall, lifting her head from the bed where she had been recovering from the after-effects of some shots. “How can you be so rude?”
Mabel went to the foot of Tini’s bed and fairly shook it in her rage. “Let me tell you something, Tini Hoffman. If you didn’t have a bad conscience about the way you’ve broken the regulations ever since you got into this unit, you wouldn’t make such a remark.”
“Mabel’s right,” Ida Hall agreed. “Anyone who can’t stand up under watching by all the rest, has no right to stay with us. This is serious business, Tini. You can bet your bottom dollar none of us is going to let anything crooked get by.”
Tini began turning the pages of a magazine to show them how little importance she put on what they said. A strained silence filled the room, and Nancy was thankful when it was time to dress for dinner. Mabel was a fast dresser and sat checking over the list of necessities while she waited for the others.
“Well, I think I have everything mentioned on this list that I want to take,” she concluded. “Do you gals want me to read it over to see if you’ve forgotten anything?”
“Good idea,” said Nancy, giving her auburn curls a final touch. She had had her hair set early that morning, and wondered when she would ever get inside a hairdresser’s again.
“She’s Carl’s Aunt, Mrs. Webber,” Tini Told Nancy