'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 -- '
Before she could go on, Cynthia had stood up.
'No!' said she. 'That I won't. Unless I'm to leave here at once. And you know I have not another place to go to - without warning I mean. I dare say my uncle would take me in, he's a relation, and would be bound to stand by me in whatever disgrace I might be; or perhaps I might get a governess's situation; a pretty governess I should be!'
'Fray, please, Cynthia, don't go off into such wild talking. I don't believe
