But here endeth the
sermon, for I recognize the amiable Pinkie at that other table,
where she is studying your face with the malevolence of a cobra."
Helene slowly turned her eyes toward the other girl, who now
advanced with forced effusiveness.
"Oh, my dear, and you're back again today. But where is dear old
Grimmie; he is a nice old soul, though a trifle near-sighted. He
wasn't half seas over last night--he was a war-zone submarine,
out for a long-distance record!"
She impudently seated herself at the table with them, sending a
questioning glance at the handsome companion of her quondam
rival. Helene instinctively drew back, but a warning glance from
Shirley plunged her into her assumed character, and she greeted
the other girl with the quasi-comradeship of their class.
"Oh, yes, dear. Grimsby was a little poisoned by the salad or
something like that: he was actually disagreeable with me, of all
people in the world. But, I have so many friends that Grimsby
does not give me any worry.
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