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Cecilia—That’s all right, but you know why you didn’t tell, because what were you doing there by the drive with John Cannel?

Helen—Hush! You little devil.

Cecilia—All right. We’ll call it square. I just started by wanting to tell you that Narry knows where those cigarettes are too.

Helen—(Losing her head) You and Narry have probably been smoking them.

Cecilia—(Amused) Imagine Narry smoking.

Helen—Well, you have been anyway.

Cecilia—You had better put them somewhere else.

Helen—I’ll put them where you can’t find them, and if you weren’t going back to school this week, I would go to Mother and tell her the whole thing.

Cecilia—Oh, no you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t even do it for my good. You’re too selfish.

Helen, still very superior, marches into the next room. Cecilia goes softly to the door, slams it without going out, and disappears behind the bureau. She emerges tip-toe, takes a cushion from an arm chair, and retires again to her refuge. Helen again reappears. Almost immediately a whistle sounds outside, twice repeated. She looks annoyed and goes to the window.