Precious row I shall get into with the Snark!" "Why should we say anything about it ?" "Not say anything ?" "There's really no need.

It's over and done with now.

I don't want to get you into a scrape.

I vote we just keep it to ourselves." Ingred paused, with her hand on the gate, and gazed with unaffected astonishment at her companion.
"Bess Haselford, you're the biggest trump I've ever met! It's only one girl in a thousand who'd want to cover up a thing like that.

Most people would make _such_ a tale of it, and pose as an injured martyr whom I'd nearly murdered.