"I'm sorry," she said. "I can't get it."
George caught her arm as she swayed.
"I don't feel very well. Please forgive me. I think I'll go to bed."
"I knew she wouldn't guess it," said Ruth.
"Of course it wasn't really fair," said George. "She couldn't possibly know about the slice of cake Mr. Martin had. But it was queer how close she came."
