her with a raising of her hand.
“Tell me truthfully—Mimi—is that true?”
Her tone was so earnest, so appealing and fraught with apprehension, Mimi was startled.
“Of course I am telling you the truth,” she answered, irritation creeping into her voice despite her efforts to keep it out. “Don’t be silly, Hilda. And you might at least have trusted me.”
“I have trusted you—I have trusted you, Mimi, and I’ve hated myself forever doubting you, but you know how I’ve always liked Carl—” she ended miserably.
Mimi’s heart filled with pity and her eyes with tears. She clasped Hilda in her arms and Hilda clung to her passionately, pleading through her tears for forgiveness. All the misunderstanding was wiped away and they smiled happily through their tears. It was some time before Hilda could tell her the thing which had brought her. She felt great relief when Mimi merely laughed at the slanderous tales which were going the rounds.