“No?”
“Not a bit,” said Arabella, as she gave herself the scarlet lie from neck to forehead. This amused Missy.
“Then what is it?” said she at last, with a provoking smile which the other could not meet. “Is it only that you're just dying to bowl me out? All right, my dear, we'll put it down to that. Only take care I don't bowl you out too—take very good care that I don't find out something about you!”
Arabella had the pale face now.
“Take very extra special good care,” continued Missy, nodding nastily, “that I haven't found out something already!”
“Have you?”
The hoarse voice was unknown to Missy, and the frightened face seemed a fresh face altogether. She read it in a moment, and was laughing the next.
“Of course I haven't, my good girl!”
“O Missy!”
“Just as if you'd done anything you'd mind being found out! No, my dear, I was only having a lark with you; but you deserved it for having one with me. Now as to my hair in that photograph——”