” said Ermengarde. “I wish I wanted them—but I don’t. I’m not clever, and my father is, and he thinks I ought to be.”
Sara was opening one book after the other. “What are you going to tell your father?” she asked, a slight doubt dawning in her mind.
“Oh, he needn’t know,” answered Ermengarde. “He’ll think I’ve read them.”
Sara put down her book and shook her head slowly. “That’s almost like telling lies,” she said. “And lies—well,
” said Ermengarde. “I wish I wanted them—but I don’t. I’m not clever, and my father is, and he thinks I ought to be.”
Sara was opening one book after the other. “What are you going to tell your father?” she asked, a slight doubt dawning in her mind.
“Oh, he needn’t know,” answered Ermengarde. “He’ll think I’ve read them.”
Sara put down her book and shook her head slowly. “That’s almost like telling lies,” she said. “And lies—well,
