“You’re quite right,” agreed Rhoda.
“Patricia,” said Clarice, when they were on their way out of the parking section, “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Don’t bother about it. I’m glad I happened to be there.”
“Should I tell about the test?” inquired Clarice slowly after being silent for several minutes. “I’ve made up my mind to learn to swim before college closes for the summer.”
“Good! Then under those circumstances, you’ll be getting your promotion fairly; and it seems to me that any revelation of your—your—”
“My cheating,” supplied Clarice frankly.
“Would involve too many people. You see, Professor Wilson’s near-sightedness would be revealed, and perhaps cause his dismissal; the girl who subbed for you would be drawn into it, and probably get into trouble—perhaps even be dropped; then the girls in your section who know about it—”
“There aren’t any.”
“How’s that?”
“We were called out of the dressing room one at a time, according to numbered cards; and nobody paid any attention to who was out. It’s such a large section.”