You are too sensible to nurse an imaginary grievance.

Don't behave as Eleanor Savelli did.

You know--" But Nora was not allowed to finish the sentence, for Marian whirled upon her with flashing eyes, her temporary softness disappearing entirely.
"I don't wish to hear one word against Eleanor Savelli," she cried wrathfully.

"She is my friend, and I shall stand up for her." "Your friend ?" was the united exclamation.
"Yes, my friend," reiterated Marian stormily, "and she is a true friend, too.

Last year she was initiated into your sorority, and then deliberately slighted and left out of all your plans until in justice to herself she resigned.
"This year you are behaving in the same way with me.