Do you understand ?" Ulyth responded with what meekness she could muster.

She admitted that the monitress had reason for wrath, and that she had really no excuse worthy of urging in extenuation of her crime.

It was hard to be debarred the use of the library for more than a fortnight, but, Helen, she knew, would enforce that discipline rigidly.

The unfortunate motto-cards had come in for the bulk of the ink, and were completely spoilt.

Ulyth carried the ruins to Lizzie's bedroom and pleaded _peccavi_.
"Well, I suppose it can't be helped.