"I don't. My country is only in my head. Fairyland must be somewhere, mustn't it? Do you know what I think, Miss Hartill?"
"In patches, Louise."
Louise blushed.
"No, but seriously—don't laugh. You know you explained the fourth dimension to us the other day?"
"That I'm sure I never did." Clare was lying back in her chair, her arms behind her head, smiling inscrutably.
"Oh, but Miss Hartill——"
"Never, Louise!"
"Oh, but honestly—I'm not contradicting you, of course—but you did. Last Thursday fortnight, in second lesson."
"I wish you were as accurate over all your dates, Louise! Your History paper was not all that it should be."