'Worse than Crow!' chimed in Primrose.

'Oh, Dolores! How could you?' said Mysie.

'To get poor Willie punished!' said Val.

Dolores stood her ground. 'It was time to speak when it came to
shooting arrows at me.'

'Hush! hush! Willie,' cried Mysie. 'I told you so. Now Dolores,
listen. Nobody ever tells of anybody when it is only being tiresome
and they don't mean it, or there never would be any peace at all.
That's honour! Do you see? One may go to Gill sometimes.'

'One's a sneak if one does,' put in Wilfred; but Mysie, unheeding went
on--

'And Gill can help without a fuss or going to mamma.'

'Mamma always knows,' said Val.

'Mamma knows all about everything,' said Mysie. 'I think it's nature;
ad if she does not always take notice at the time, she will have it out
sooner or later.' Then resuming the thread of her discourse: 'So you
see, Dolly, we have made up our minds that we will forgive you this
time, because you are an only child and don't know what's what, and
that's some excuse. Only you mustn't go on telling tales whenever an
evident happens.'