“What do you wish?” demanded the administrator of discipline implacably.
“I wish I’d never come here at all.”
“That’s different,” commented Miss Greene, “though it probably isn’t true, either. Now sit down. Tell me all about it. I’ve got a few minutes to spare.”
“It’s very long,” began Darcy dolefully. “You’re trying to dodge. Begin at once. Or must I apply my treatment again?”
“Ow! No! Don’t!” implored the girl. “I’ll tell. But I don’t know where to begin.”
“Begin in the middle,” suggested Gloria helpfully. “Then you can work both ways.”
“I will. Well, then, you see, Maud’s gone and got engaged.”
“To whom?”
“Holcomb Lee, the illustrator.”
“Why should that make you want to die? Are you in love with Mr. Lee?”