"To tell you isn't really sneaking, is it?
Anna posts letters for Lettice Kitson--letters to people she isn't allowed to write to--and she takes letters to her.
She does really, Kitty, and I think Anna ought to be spoken to.
Lettice was nearly expelled from her last school for the same thing.
Violet told me so." "Nonsense," cried Kitty scornfully.

"I believe the girls make up stories, and you shouldn't listen to them, Betty; it is horrid." "I am sure Violet wouldn't make up stories," said Betty; "and if Lettice does such things, Anna ought not to help her.

You should stop her, Kitty.

Tell her we won't have it." "O Betty, don't talk so.

Don't tell me any more that I ought to do.
It seems to me I ought to do everything that is horrid! And why should I look after Anna?
She never takes any notice of what I say; and after all it is nothing very bad--nothing to make a fuss about, I mean.
I haven't seen anything myself." "Well, _I_ think it is a good deal more than nothing," said Betty gravely; "and I wish you would see, Kitty, I wish you would notice things more." "But what good could I do?
What can I say ?" cried Kitty distractedly, growing really distressed.
"Say?
Oh, say that we won't stand it, and let her see that we won't," said Betty.