“Risqué? But surely the Archdeacon wouldn’t say anything the least——”
“You never know,” said Lalage.
“And if it had been that Hilda would never have done it.”
“I didn’t,” said Hilda.
“Of course if it’s nothing worse than ordinary cheek,” said Lalage, “I shouldn’t have minded talking to father about it in the least. But I don’t see how it could be that, for we didn’t cheek him. Did we, Hilda?”
“I didn’t,” said Hilda.
“If there’d been anything of the other sort about it—and it sounds rather like that, doesn’t it?”
“Very,” I said; “but you can’t trust sounds.”
“Anyhow, we thought it safer to come to you,” said Lalage.
“That was nice of you both.”