But tell me!"

"Well," began Lark, for Carol always relegated the story-telling to her
more gifted twin, "we've suspected Miss Allen right from the start.
They used to have Bible reading every morning in school, one chapter,
you know, and then the Lord's prayer. After the first week, Miss Allen
dropped it. We thought that was a--a suspicious circumstance."

"Phenomenally so," said Carol darkly.

"But we kept our suspicions to ourselves, and we didn't come across
anything else for several days. We wouldn't condemn anybody on--on
circumstantial evidence, Prue. We're very fair-minded, you know."

"In spite of being twins," added Carol.

"What's that got to do with it?" Prudence inquired, frowning at Carol.

"Oh, nothing," admitted Carol, driven into a corner. "I just wanted to
make it emphatic."

"Go on, Lark."

"Well, there's a girl at school named Hattie Simpson. You do not know
her, Prue. We don't associate with her. Oh, yes, we like her very
well, but she isn't parsonage material."

"She's a goat," put in Carol. "You needn't frown, Prue, that's Bible!
Don't you remember the sheep and the goats? I don't know now just what
it was they did, but I know the goats were very--very disreputable