"It was all very nice," said Phyllis, "until towards the end, when Hetty
put on fine airs and refused to be obliging. After that we all felt
uncomfortable."
"That is not true, Miss Davis," said Hetty bluntly.
Her temper had suddenly got the better of her.
Phyllis's blue eyes contracted, and her lip curled.
"Please send her out of the room, Miss Davis," she said.
"Hetty, I am sorry for this," said Miss Davis, "I could not have
believed you would speak so rudely."
"You have not heard the story, Miss Davis."
"I have heard you put yourself very much in the wrong. Phyllis would not
tell an untruth of you, I am sure."
"She said I put on fine airs," said Hetty, trembling with indignation.
"I did not put on airs. They wanted me to perform, and I could not do
it. If I had done it Phyllis would have been the first to blame me. I
remember how she scorned me for doing it long ago."
"I hope you will make her apologize to me, Miss Davis," said Phyllis
quietly. The more excited poor Hetty became, the quieter grew the other
girl.
"She is ungenerous," continued Hetty, striving valiantly to keep back
her tears; "she knew her mother would not approve of my performing; and
besides, I told her I was afraid.
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