"Whom did you get that gun from, Terence?" asks Miss Priscilla, sternly.
"Now, Terence, be calm," says Miss Penelope. "Sit down now, Terence, and collect yourself, and don't be untruthful again."
"I have told no lie, aunt," says Terence, indignantly.
"Then tell your good Aunt Priscilla who gave you the gun."
Dead silence.
"Are we to understand that you won't tell us, Terence?" asks Miss Priscilla, faintly. She is now much the more nervous of the two old maids.
Terence casts a hasty glance at Monica's white face, and then says, stoutly,—
"I don't want to tell, and I won't!"
"Terence!" exclaims the usually mild Miss Penelope, with great indignation, and is going to further relieve her mind, no doubt, when Miss Priscilla, throwing up her hands, checks her.