nd I've done
everything you didn't like. But you'll be glad, because I never want
to see Nina Edmonds again. I never want any one to mention her name
to me."

Her voice was hard and unnatural.

"Hadn't you better sit down, dear?" Doctor Hugh suggested. "I'm
sorry if you and Nina have quarreled."

"Oh, we haven't quarreled," said Rosemary bitterly. "I can't tell
you about it, Hugh, but she isn't the kind of girl I thought she
was. And I did like her so! I won't cry," she added doggedly. "I
haven't told you the worst yet. Hugh, you thought I persuaded Aunt
Trudy to buy me the pumps, but she didn't know anything about it; I
had them charged on Nina's account at the Quality shoe store. And I
owe Nina $12.98 this minute and I have to pay her right away. I
can't owe it to her another day. Will you lend me the money? I don't
care what you do to me, or how you punish me, but don't make me stay
in debt. I can't stand it."

Doctor Hugh put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He
counted out several bills and gave them to Rosemary.

"Don't you want to tell me about it, dear?" he said quietly. "I can
not bear to see you hurt and not to know the reason. Perhaps I can
set it right for you."

Rosemary shook her head.

"Nobody can help," she said despondently. "There's nothing to help."
Her lips quivered. "I thought Nina was different," she said, and
then the tears overflowed.

The doctor had seen Rosemary cry before, but never like this. As he
held her in his arms and she sobbed out the hurt and humiliation of
the afternoon against his shoulder, he wondered what had happened
to shake her so. He did not know that she had had her first
experience with disloyalty or that her first broken friendship was
teaching her a hard lesson. By and by the passion of weeping grew
quieter and Rosemary fumbled for her handkerchief.

"I didn't know I was going to be so silly," she said, sitting up and
trying to smile as the doctor tucked his own clean handkerchief into
her hand.

"You won't tell me what is troubling you?" he said persuasively.

"I can't, Hugh," Rosemary answered, her tear drenched eyes meeting
his gaze squarely. "I can't talk about it, not even to you."

"All right, dear, if that's the way you feel," he said instantly.
"Only remember, any time you want to confide, I'm always ready.
Don't be afraid of me, Rosemary; that is one thing I can not stand.
If I thought any of you girls were afraid to come to me and