"Magda, how could you?" Gillian's voice was full of blank dismay. "You ought to be thoroughly ashamed of yourself!"
Magda perched on the foot of Gillian's bed, her hands clasped round her knees, nodded.
"Yes, I suppose I ought. I don't know what made me do it-except that he'd suggested I should leave Stockleigh! I'm not used to being-shunted!