Her grandmother fixed her silently for an instant, and then said:
"'Scrape' is not the word. You've heard that expression from Jerningham Otway. We don't get into scrapes."
Emmie seemed to Val's overheated imagination to sit and plume herself.
"All the members of your family have been well-mannered and well-conducted people. We leave 'scrapes' to others."
Val fell a sudden prey to the old loneliness in the midst of so much family rectitude.
"I am waiting to hear what has happened."
Mrs. Gano folded her blue-veined hands across the open book on her knee.
"Well, I think they mean to expel me."
"Expel you!"