The large limpid imploring eyes looked straight, without a trace of guilt in them, at the thin-faced schoolmistress.

The beautiful mouth, the upper lip of which with its corners slightly upturned was delightfully suggestive of a smile, quivered slightly but not with fear, rather with suppressed amusement.
"Nothing madam," was the demure reply.
"Nothing?
I don't believe you.

Your hand was not on your book.

Where was it ?" "Oh, _that_.

Yes, a wasp was flying near us.