"I do think, Anna," she said slowly and scornfully, "that you are the meanest, most dishonourable girl I ever heard of in all my life.

You are going to leave all the girls in the school under suspicion because you haven't the honesty or courage to own up." "It isn't anything to do with honesty," muttered Anna, very white and angry and sullen.

"You have no right to say such things, Kitty.

If you didn't do it, it can't do you any harm; and if no one suspects me, it isn't likely that I shall make them.

I shan't be telling a story.
I simply shan't say anything." "I see no difference between telling a lie and acting one," flashed Kitty, and she walked back to her own room without another word.
She had not been there long, though, before Anna came creeping in again.
"Kitty," she said anxiously, "you won't tell any one, will you, even if you are mad with me?
You know I never _said_ I--I--you accused me, but I didn't say--" "I am not a sneak," said Kitty coldly.