I expect you were at the bottom of it," sneered Stephanie; "so don't try to sneak out of it, Ulyth Stanton.

Your precious joke has marked me for life." "No, no! It's only cochineal and milk.

I got it from the cook," put in the Cuckoo.
"It's stained her face all over, though," said Beth Broadway reproachfully.
"I shall go straight to Miss Bowes," whimpered Stephanie.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Ulyth.

"Try some methylated spirit first.

I'll give you some from my room." The remedy proved efficacious.