"Daren gave me the once over--and then the icepick!" "Wonder what he gave poor Mel--when he heard about her," murmured Elinor, thoughtfully.
"Mel Iden ought to be roasted," retorted Helen.

"She was always so darned superior.

And all the time...." "Helen, don't you say a word against Mel Iden," burst out Margaret, hotly.

"She was my dearest friend.

She was lovely.