"I've been thinking about you all day.

It's no use keeping this up.

Do confess and have done with it." Rona twisted round suddenly and faced Ulyth.
"Rona! You'd be so much happier if you'd own up you'd taken it.

Surely you only meant it as a joke on Stephie?
Miss Bowes will forgive you.

For the sake of the school, do!" Then Rona spoke.
"You ask me to confess--you, of all people!" she exclaimed with unconcealed bitterness.
"Yes, dear.