"But Jill, that was very naughty."
"Why?"
"You know why. Your sister was very vexed at your talking about such things. I don't know what she will say now. You must come and tell her what you have done."
"Oh, I can't; please don't make me—Miss Webb will laugh. It isn't naughty. We simply love Mr. Arnold. And why shouldn't he have a wife as well as Mr. Errington? He didn't mind us doing it."
"He never told you to write to Miss Grant."
"No, because it was only afterwards that we thought of her."
Miss Falkner, in spite of her entreaties, took her straight to Mona, who was in her bedroom dressing for dinner.
"I have brought Jill to tell you what she has done, as I think you ought to know."
And then Miss Falkner left the little delinquent, who stood copy-book in hand with hanging head before her eldest sister.