“But I thought you said Mademoiselle understood I sent it?”
“So I did,” murmured Susan.
“But that was a story?”
No answer.
“But I thought you were always good?” with a gleam of gratification in her eyes.
“I’m very sorry,” said the culprit.
Sophia Jane paused a moment, then she asked:
“Does Mademoiselle know now?”
“No,” said Susan. “I haven’t seen her.”
“Well!” exclaimed Sophia Jane scornfully, “I should think you might write.”