Dora wanted to go after her,
but Louise held her fast.
"Don't go, Dody; it won't do a bit of good. If she is mad, she can
just _be_ mad."
They took a few more slides, finding it not half so much fun as
before. Dora looked very sober, for quarrelling was something she was
not accustomed to, and after a visit to Carie, who was sick with a
cold, she went home feeling exceedingly uncomfortable. Perhaps it
would be all right to-morrow, she thought, but that did not prove to
be the case.
When they met at school Elsie entirely ignored Bess and Louise, who in
their turn treated her with a lofty indifference wonderful to behold.
"I am not at all mad at you, Dora," Elsie said to her; "but I am at
Bess and Louise, for they were impolite. I am not going to speak to
them till they say they are sorry."
"Oh, dear! I feel as though it were my fault in some way. It will
spoil our club and everything," sighed Dora.
How long this unhappy state of affairs might have continued had not
the Big Front Door taken matters in hand, it is impossible to say.
On the afternoon of the quarrel Elsie had a story book with her, which
in her hasty departure she forgot. She remembered it before she
reached home, but did not like to go back.
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