"Don't you?" asked Madeline coolly. "Well, I presume I haven't a very high code of honor, but, leaving that aside for the moment, I know Georgia, and I'm sure that she'd be pleased and proud to have one of her stories read aloud at a select gathering of juniors like this. And as for my seeing it, I've seen every word that Georgia has written this year excepting this story and the poem she sent you before."