Betty Wales found out about her, of course. As Betty said mournfully to Mary Brooks, it was rather a shame when she never, never cried herself, and hated dreadfully to see any one else cry, that she should be the one who was forever running into something of the sort. There had been Helen Adams, Emily Davis and Eleanor, and now there was Dora Carlson, the very last person that you would suspect of wearing her heart on her sleeve.