“You are the matter. Oh, why—why did you do it?”
“I do what?” said Evelyn, a little startled, and turning very pale.
“Oh! you know you did it, and—and—— There is Sylvia Leeson coming across the grass. Do let Sylvia speak to you. Oh, you know—you know you did it!”
“What is the matter?” said Sylvia, running up, panting and breathless. “I have been asked to breakfast here. Such fun! I slipped off without father knowing. But are not you two going to school? Why was I asked? Audrey, what are you crying about?”
“About Evelyn. I am awfully unhappy——”
“Have you told, Evelyn?” asked Sylvia breathlessly.
“No,” said Evelyn; “and if you do, Sylvia——”
“Sylvia, do you know about this?” cried Audrey.
“About what?” asked Sylvia.
“About the book which got injured at Miss Henderson’s school.”