Honor was both amazed and indignant at Vivian's stern rebuke. She appealed to Janie in self-justification.
"I don't understand it," she declared. "I only screwed up my face, and said ghosts glided. I stopped at once when Vivian asked me. How could Evelyn have been so fearfully frightened just at that?"
"I can't imagine," said Janie, "except that she's such an extremely nervous girl."
"It's too bad to blame me on that account."
"Vivian is generally very severe."
"She's always down on me! I'm continually in hot water, and half the time I don't know exactly why."
It was not until the next afternoon that Honor learnt of the practical joke that had been practised upon her schoolfellow. As she was washing her hands in the dressing-room she chanced to overhear a few remarks between two or three girls who were discussing the affair, and at once questioned them about it.
"Of course Meta knew it was you, Honor!" said Ruth Latimer, rather reproachfully.
"Why of course?" asked Honor.
"Because it couldn't be anyone else. You're always playing tricks upon someone."