Chapter XLIII Cynthia's Confession

'You said I might come,' said Molly, 'and that you would tell me all.'

'You know all, I think,' said Cynthia heavily. 'Perhaps you don't know what excuses I have, but at any rate you know what a scrape I am in.'

'I've been thinking a great deal,' said Molly timidly and doubtfully. 'And I can't help fancying if you told papa -'