Her silence was not noticed during the drive home, for every one else was too sleepy to talk.

But Hetty was too unhappy to be sleepy.
The next morning Miss Davis asked at breakfast if the party had been enjoyable.
"It was all very nice," said Phyllis, "until towards the end, when Hetty put on fine airs and refused to be obliging.

After that we all felt uncomfortable." "That is not true, Miss Davis," said Hetty bluntly.
Her temper had suddenly got the better of her.
Phyllis's blue eyes contracted, and her lip curled.
"Please send her out of the room, Miss Davis," she said.
"Hetty, I am sorry for this," said Miss Davis, "I could not have believed you would speak so rudely." "You have not heard the story, Miss Davis." "I have heard you put yourself very much in the wrong.

Phyllis would not tell an untruth of you, I am sure." "She said I put on fine airs," said Hetty, trembling with indignation.
"I did not put on airs.

They wanted me to perform, and I could not do it.