"I see." There was the vibration of a stifled laugh, and her heart jumped to meet it. "So you anticipated a hauling over the coals?"
Revived, she shrugged her little shoulders.
"Have I deserved one?"
The voice said, with unmistakable displeasure in it:
"Thoroughly. Why were not the last three paragraphs of the weekly 'Social Jottings' column submitted to me yesterday with the rest?"
She heard herself titter imbecilely. Then a voice, which she could hardly believe her own, said, with a pitiable effort to be gay and natural:
"Weren't they? Perhaps you overlooked them?"
"You know I did not overlook them."
This was the cold, incisive, cutting, rasping voice which Bingo was wont to describe as razors and files. Her ears burned like fire, and her bright, birdlike eyes were round and scared. She gasped:
"Oh ... do you really——"