"That'll do," cut in Felicity. "I get it from that much description.
". . . Raised strict?"
"I guess so—pretty strict."
"Rigid church people?"
"Yes."
A little time of silence.
"Gee, that's tough!"
And Felicity's gravity at last had caught at the other girl's attention. Slowly she looked up.
"Why?" she asked dully.
Felicity sat and studied her—pondered her. Felicity's face was harder than Cecille had ever seen it before, and infinitely more tender.