human
Again, with many thanks Yours,
gpt
Maud.
human
I don’t understand it, she cried.
gpt
Who wrote it, and whom is it written to, and why did you bring it to me, and what makes you act as if it was so dreadful?
human
Because it _is_ dreadful. Ruth’s voice was unnaturally hard.
gpt
I don’t know who wrote it, except that her name is Maud, but the letter is written to Graham.
human
O, Ruth, she exclaimed reproachfully,
gpt
Peggy, hush! This isn’t a time for quibbling. You’ve got to help me and tell me what to do.
human
O, Ruth! You mustn’t feel that way about it. Of course you and Graham have always been great chums, but you must have known that some day there’d be somebody he’d care for more than for you.
gpt
Peggy Raymond, I never thought you could be so stupid. Ruth’s voice told of exasperation.
human
Listen! This letter is written by a girl named Maud, and Graham never mentioned such a person to any of us. He has lots of girl friends, like all college boys, and their pictures are all around his room, and I know the names of every single one. But he never has said a word about Maud.