I know of an instance where a girl was sent to Coventry by her class for almost a year on the merest suspicion." "Not here ?" questioned Emma, her eyes expressing the surprise she felt at this announcement.
"No," returned Grace soberly.

There was finality in her "no." "And the moral is, don't jump at conclusions," smiled Emma.

"Come on down to my lair while I remove my Sphinx-like garments and step forth as plain Emma Dean.

Don't look so sober, Grace.

I've put my suspicions to sleep.