"Oh, my dear," she gasped, "at last I have a moment! Do tell me what has occurred!"
Melicent laid down her book and looked up, "Has Uncle Edmund not told you anything?"
"Not anything!"
"Then of course I can't."
"Really, Melicent, you are an impracticable girl! How can we help you if we don't know the scrape you're in?"
"You can't help me."
"Oh, very well!" huffily. "I came to let you out, and say that of course Babs and Bee and I should not tell, and you might just as well come and sit in the schoolroom with us."
"You are very kind, Miss Lathom, but I shall stay here. I don't cheat."
"I can guess what it is," observed Tommy, with an air of penetration. "Your uncle has found out that you got out of window!"
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