child but as long as you and he were friendly he seemed satisfied. Oh, yes, I know the silly talk that was going around,” she put in as Mimi started to speak, “but nobody who counted ever believed that rot.”
“That wasn’t the reason we did what we did, Mrs. Hunter,” Mimi quickly broke in. “It was on account of Hilda—”
“Hilda? What did she have to do with it?”
Mimi told her the story while Mrs. Hunter showed on her face the amazement she felt.
“Silly little fool!” she pontifically announced when Mimi had finished.
“She isn’t a silly little fool and she’s far too good a girl for Carl or any other boy I’ve seen around here!” Mimi hotly declared, her anger flaming high at the disparagement of her friend. It never occurred to her that she had applied the same term to Hilda or at least terms suspiciously similar in meaning.