So he set traps for her, and cross-questioned her, secretly amused at the quick-witted way in which she continually baffled him.
"I see that you are sadly changed," he said finally, with a shake of the head.

"The little Mary I used to know would have given the whole thing away by this time--would have blurted out the truth before she knew what she was doing.

She was too honest and straight-forward to evade a question.

But you've grown as worldly-wise as an old trout--won't bite at any kind of bait.

Never mind, though, I'll get you yet." Thus put on her guard, Mary refused to tell even the girls what had possessed her to take secret leave that morning, but as she passed Joyce in the hall she whispered imploringly, "_Please_ don't ask me to tell now.