"I won't betray you.
Hope you'll be in time.

There goes your school bell.

You've run it fine but I believe you'll just do it if you hustle up." Three breathless girls, with minds much too agitated to apply themselves properly to French translation, slipped into the Villa Camellia at the eleventh hour, and answered "present" as their names were read on the roll-call.

Peachy's disheveled hair drew down a rebuke from Miss Bickford, but this was such a very minor evil that she took it meekly, smoothed the offending elf-locks with her fingers, and composed her dimples to an expression of docile humility.
"We got out of that very well," she purred in private afterwards.
"Thanks to Mr.Bond and the lift," agreed Irene.
"I guess I'm not going to try anything so risky again," declared Delia.
"It was the fix of my life.

I'll be down with nervous prostration to-morrow.