Her cheeks were redder than ever and her heart was beating wildly, but she knew what she wanted to know.  Florence folded up her own sheet of paper, put it into its envelope, and laid it in her desk.  She felt pretty certain now of being elected as one of the lucky three, and no one need ever know that she had peeped at Kitty's answers.  After all, but for this ridiculous and sudden prohibition on the part of Sir John Wallis, Kitty would have helped her with her English History all the afternoon.  Now, of course, she could not ask her, but never mind, she knew what she wanted to know.