laughter. "I have it!" she burst out, waving the socks over her head and triumphantly dancing around the room. "William Ford Maynard! W. F. M. William Ford Maynard!"
"Stop, Ruth!" I cried, my old anger beginning to surge up in me. "Stop, I tell you!"
But Ruth was deaf to me. She simply kept on tearing around the room like a wild Indian. "How do you do, Mrs. Maynard," she shouted at me in silly school-girl fashion, and amidst her mad laughter sang out, full of derision, "Juliet, let me introduce Mrs. William Ford Maynard!"
I was standing up in a minute and was at Ruth with all my might and main. I was firing mad.
"Ruth Chenery Vars," I cried, "stop, stop, stop!" and then suddenly there was Alec standing quietly in the doorway in his overcoat and hat.
Ruth and I went out like flames.
There was a dead silence for an instant, then Alec asked quietly:
"What does this mean?"
Ruth answered him.
"I tipped over Lucy's work-bag and all these men's socks fell out. Every one of them is marked with Dr. Maynard's initials, and Lucy got mad because I made fun of her."
"Will's initials, Lucy?" asked Alec perplexed.
"Yes, W. F. M.," went on Ruth delightedly. "See?" She gave the socks to Alec. "Nobody is W. F. M. in this town, but William Ford Maynard," she finished and sat down on the piano-stool in a satisfied way, as if she had cleared herself of any blame, and now was ready for some fun.
