Brett laughed.
"Are you threatening me with an 'account rendered' of all my evil deeds--to
he paid for in a sort of lump sum?"
"Even that might be preferable to having your punishment spread out all
over your life," said Cara, with a faint note of weariness in her voice
which passed unnoticed by all except Coventry, who threw her a quick,
searching glance.
"Like thinly spread butter?" suggested Brett blithely.
"Cara didn't say anything about it being thinly spread," retorted Ann,
laughing. "I should think yours might be rather thick."
Amid the general laughter and chaff which followed the original topic of
conversation was lost sight of, and presently some one suggested a game of
auction. Miss Caroline's blue bead eyes gleamed at the very sound of the
word. She loved a game of bridge, but for parochial reasons adhered firmly
to stakes of not more than a penny a hundred. Tempest had vainly argued
with her that she might equally as well play for a more usual amount, such
as sixpence or a shilling, and this without outraging the susceptibilities
of the parish--that if she played for money at all the principle involved
was precisely the same, but she either could not or would not comprehend.
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