people often make mistakes in this life, don't they, Blanche?"
"Yes," sobbed that young lady, putting her dainty silk handkerchief to her eyes.
"Now, for goodness' sake," said the young man, "don't do that. People will think I am scolding you, and certainly there is no one in this world who has less right to scold you than I have."
"I thought," murmured the young lady, from behind her handkerchief, "that we might at least be friends. I didn't think you could ever act so harshly toward me as you have done for the past few days."
"Act?" cried the young man. "Bless me, I haven't acted one way or the other. I simply haven't had the pleasure of meeting you till the other evening, or morning, whichever it was. I have said nothing, and done nothing. I don't see how I could be accused of acting, or of anything else."
"I think," sobbed the young lady, "that you might at least have spoken kindly to me."
"Good gracious!" cried Morris, starting up, "here comes Miss Earle. For Heaven's sake put up that handkerchief."
But Blanche merely sank her face lower in it,
