I put down Portia as history in my exercise yesterday, and said the story of the Spanish Armada was told by Chaucer.

Now you're laughing, and you look more like Ulyth Stanton.

Sit down on this bed.

There! Open your mouth and shut your eyes, and see what the king will send you!" Rona was fumbling in her drawer as she spoke.

She turned round, seized her friend boisterously and forced her on to the bed, then, holding a hand over her eyes, crammed a chocolate almond into her mouth.
"Rona! What are you doing ?" protested Ulyth, shaking herself free.
"Where did you get this chocolate ?" Rona pulled a face expressive of mingled secrecy, delight, and triumph.
"Rats!" she chuckled enigmatically.