“But why don’t you like school, pet?”
“I will tell you. I have got into a scrape; I did not mean to, but I have.”
“Oh, you mean about that book. Sylvia told me. Why did you tell Sylvia, Evelyn?”
“I had to tell some one, and she is not a schoolgirl.”
“She is not your sort, Evelyn.”
“Is she not? I like her very much.”
“But she is not your sort; for instance, she could not do a thing of that kind.”
“Oh, I do not suppose many people would have spirit enough,” said Evelyn in the voice of one who had done a very fine act.
“She could not do it,” repeated Jasper; “and I expect she is in the right, and that you, my little love, are in the wrong. You were differently trained. Well, my dear Eve, the long and short of it is that I admire what you did, only somehow Sylvia does not, and you will have to be very careful or she may——”
“What—what, Jasper?”