“Isn’t it the school where that horrid Marcia Aldworth was—that detestable old-maid thing.”
“She is an exceedingly nice girl.”
“Clay! As though she suited you one little bit! Why, I saw her one day, and she was as pokery as possible.”
“But she is a friend of Miss St. Just’s.”
“Oh, Clay! Clay! I will be good; I will be good, and we needn’t talk of that horrid school just now, need we, just when my long beautiful holidays are beginning. I will be good, I will, if you will only help me.”
“Well, Puss, what can I do?”
“I did something to-day—it wasn’t really wrong, but I am a bit frightened. I must tell you.”
“You are a queer little thing—what can it be?” Penelope looked full up at her sister.
“You are as proud as Punch—you are, you old thing! And now I shall whisper to you why you are go proud?”
“Yes, do; whisper to me.”