The former was still weeping with her face hidden in a bed of ferns.
“Clarice, get up!” ordered Patricia sternly. “No sense in having pneumonia just because you won’t control yourself. Get up, I said.”
Taking her firmly by the arms, with Rhoda’s help she raised the girl and wrapped Anne’s cape more closely around her.
“It’s a judgment on me!” quavered poor Clarice, as they led her up the hill.
“What’s a judgment?” demanded Patricia rather sharply.
“Being drowned because I cheated.”
“But you aren’t drowned,” objected Patricia, laughing in spite of herself. Clarice was such a child!
“I would have been, if it hadn’t been for you. I’ll never cheat again; I’m sure of that.”
“How and when and where did you cheat?” inquired Patricia, puzzled.
“Swimming test. A girl from upstairs went in when my name was called, passed, and Professor Wilson never knew the difference. She’s about my size.”