"Betty may wake up, and I don't want her to hear." "Very well," said Kitty, slipping out of bed and into her dressing-gown.
"I expect, though, she will have to know.

It is bound to reach all the girls.

I only wish it wasn't." Anna, creeping back to her room, did not answer till she got there.
Then she turned round sharply.

"What do you mean?
Know what ?" she demanded.
Kitty looked surprised.

"Why, about Lettice and--and you, and those letters, of course." Anna dropped on to a chair, her face chalk-white, her eyes starting.
"Lettice and--and--and me--and--who told--what do you mean?
I don't understand." "Anna, don't!" cried Kitty, ashamed and distressed.