"Something of the sort had crossed the mind of Leslie the Limit."
"Well, then, it isn't like you——"
"Think not?" There was more than a hint of quarrel in both the girlish voices. Up to now they had never exchanged a word that was not of affection, of comradeship.
Gwenna, flushing deeper, said, "It's—it's horrid of you, Leslie."
"Why, pray?"
"Because it would be sort of deceiving Mr. Dampier, for one thing. It's a trick."
"M'yes!"
"And not a pretty one, either," said little Gwenna, red and angry now. "It's—it's——"
"What?"
"Well, it's what I should have thought that you yourself, Leslie, would have called 'so obvious.'"