'So could I.'

'Fancy him thinking it's you. What a lark!'

'Yes. I don't mind,' said Milly.

'You are a brick, Milly. And I didn't think you were, I didn't really.'

'What a horrid pig you are, Eth!' Milly protested, and Ethel laughed.

'Did you give Fred my note all right?' Ethel demanded.

'Yes,' answered Milly. 'I suppose he's coming up to-night?'

'I asked him to.'

'There'll be a frantic row one day. I'm sure there will,' Milly said
meditatively, after a pause.

'Oh! there's bound to be!' Ethel assented, and she added: 'Mother does
trust us. Have a choc?'

Milly said yes, and Ethel drew a box of bonbons from her pocket.

They seemed to contemplate with a fearful joy the probable exposure of
that life of flirtations and chocolate which ran its secret course side
by side with the other life of demure propriety acted out for the
benefit of the older generation. If these innocent and inexperienced
souls had been accused of leading a double life, they would have denied