"Why, I should like to know? Why should anything more be said if we keep our own counsel?"
"But Emily Morton," replied Margaret, "she will never allow herself to be sent away without making some defence."
"If she does," answered Lucy, "what will it signify? You may see your mamma does not believe her."
"But if mamma should ask us any more questions, we could not tell a story about it, you know."
"Did I tell one just now?" asked Miss Cunningham. "Was not every word exactly the truth?"
"Yes," said Margaret; "but I think Dora suspects something."
"Never mind Dora," replied Lucy; "she cannot know what we do not choose to tell. It is quite silly of you, Margaret, to be so fidgety; this is just all that we wanted; and if we only take care, we shall go to London, and enjoy ourselves to our hearts' content. You would have been delighted at the idea yesterday; and now that everything has fallen out just as we wished, you look grave."
"It is not just as I wished, though," repeated Margaret, rather angrily; "it is not at all pleasant to have poor little Rose so ill."
"Certainly that is disagreeable," said Lucy; "but it is a mere trifle; she will be quite well to-morrow; besides, what would you do? You would not dare make a great fuss, and complain of yourself to your mamma."
"No, indeed," exclaimed Margaret; "I would suffer anything first. I should say nothing about it, if Emily Morton were not going."