"I said nothing. What could I say?"
"Did you see Rotha?"
"No; she is up stairs, getting nursed for her cold."
"Stuff!"
"Well, she had a cold, mamma. Mrs. Mowbray always finds out if the girls are shamming. She is sharp enough."
"Rotha is no more ill than I am."
"Mrs. Mowbray always sends a girl off to her room if she is out of sorts, and coddles her up with pills and tea. She don't do it unless she sees reason."
"Why didn't you ask to see Rotha? It would have looked better."
"I never thought of it," said Antoinette laughing. "Because, really, I didn't want to see her. I should rather think I didn't!"
"You had better ask to-morrow."