If you hadn't I never would have thought of the plot which your adventure suggested." "But you've made your story so different from what actually happened, that I don't see how I can have any claim on it at all," said Mary.
"It's just your sweet way of giving me Easter Vacation with Joyce." "Indeed it is not," protested Betty.

"Some day I'll follow out the whole train of suggestions for you, how your shilling made me think of an old rhyme, and that rhyme of something else, and so on, until the whole plot lay out before me.

There isn't time now.

It is almost your Latin period." Mary rose to go.

"Once I should have been doubtful about accepting such a big favour from any one," she said slowly.