“Hm-m.” Mr. Smith’s eyes grew reflective. “And had you thought—as to what would happen when I did tell them?”
“Why, n-no, not particularly, except that—that they naturally wouldn’t like it, at first, and that you’d have to explain—just as you did to me—why you did it.”
“And do you think they’ll like it any better—when I do explain? Think!”
Miss Maggie meditated; then, a little tremulously she drew in her breath. She lifted startled eyes to his face.
“Why, you’d have to tell them that—that you did it for a test, wouldn’t you?”
“If I told the truth—yes.”
“And they’d know—they couldn’t help knowing—that they had failed to meet it adequately.”
“Yes. And would that help matters any—make things any happier, all around?”
“No—oh, no,” she frowned despairingly.
“Would it do anybody any real good, now? Think of that.”