Poor old Griggsey got a dreadful scolding.

She wasn't like Miss Jones--she wouldn't tell on the girls." "And did they let any of the fellows come to see you ?" Bart asked.
"No; only brothers and cousins once in a long while.

Maria Collins tried to pass one of her beaux, Max Feilding, off as a cousin, but Miss Sarah went down to see him and poor Maria had to stay upstairs." "I'd have got in," said Bart with some emphasis, rousing himself from his position and twisting his body so he could again look squarely in her face.

This escapade was more to his liking.
"How ?" asked Lucy in a tone that showed she not only quite believed it, but rather liked him the better for saying so.
"Oh I don't know.

I'd have cooked up some story." He was leaning over now, toying with the lace that clung to Lucy's arms.