And then," she added plaintively, "we would
have been able to enjoy our summer."
"It really wasn't any of our business, you know," Grace finished,
moodily.
For a moment Betty sat and stared at them, undecided whether to be
amused or indignant. However, the latter emotion won and she turned
upon the girls with flashing eyes.
"I think you are all perfectly horrid," she said. "And I would think
you were worse if I weren't perfectly sure that you don't really mean
what you say. Why, just suppose," she went on earnestly, "that we had
willingly permitted that man to commit suicide? Why, we would have
been just as guilty as if we had murdered him!"
"But he may have done it since anyway," muttered Mollie stubbornly.
"He didn't have to wait to ask our permission, and there are plenty of
times that he can commit suicide when we are not around-- if he really
wants to do it."
"What he or anybody else does when we are not around, is not our
business," answered Betty. "We can't help what happens in our
absence."
"You seem to take it for granted that it is a man," Mollie continued,
still stubbornly argumentative.
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