Miranda Brown caught her friend by the arm.
"Joan!" "Yes," Joan Whitworth answered, nodding her head miserably.

"That's the help I want and I want it dreadfully.

Just for an hour--no more." "Joan, my dear--what's the matter ?" asked Miranda gazing into Joan Whitworth's troubled face.
"I don't want you to ask me," the girl answered.

"I want you to help me straight off without any questions.

Otherwise----" and Joan's voice shook and broke, "otherwise--oh, I don't know what will happen to me!" Miranda put her arm round Joan Whitworth's waist.