"Rot! We'd be expelled."
Cynthia opened her china-blue eyes.
"For a little thing like that? Why? We wouldn't miss a class. Besides, we'd say you asked me home to tea."
Louise looked distressed. Their ideas of veracity had clashed before.
Cynthia, watching mischievously, giggled.
"Poor kid! Doesn't it want to tell lies, then?"
"You see—English people don't! Of course, I know it's different abroad," said Louise delicately.
"Haven't you ever, Louise?"
Louise flushed crimson.
"You have?" Cynthia was amused. "What was it, Louise? Oh, what was it? Tell! Oh, you needn't mind me—my average is—well, quite average. What was it?"