"Well, I do. I didn't have time to get that lesson—but a lot Miss Hart cared for that!"
"Why don't you use a pony?" twittered Tilly, cheerfully.
"A—pony?" Genevieve's eyes were puzzled.
Tilly laughed.
"Oh, it isn't one of your bronchos," she giggled, "and it's easier to ride than they are! It's just a nice little book that you buy—a Latin translation, you know, all done by somebody else—and no bother to you."
"But—is that quite—fair?" frowned Genevieve.
"Hm-m; well, I presume Miss Hartless wouldn't call it—good form," she shrugged.
"Why, Tilly Mack! of course it isn't fair, and you know it," cried Cordelia. "It's worse than cribbing."
"What's cribbing?" demanded Genevieve.
"It's the only way out when you haven't got your lesson," answered Tilly, promptly.