“I knew they wouldn’t come,” Babe confided in savage tones to Betty. “At least I knew John wouldn’t. I did what I told you I would, and he was perfectly horrid--said it was just like a girl to want to decide everything, and that of course he’d like to please me, but he must do what he thought was best. So I gave him back his old cairngorm, and there isn’t any exception to the rule of man-hating, after all. And I’m perfectly miserable, so there now!”