The game went on for weeks. Every morning the girls would Wanda with the same sweet question, then her quiet answer behind their hands. There was real in it, a sense that a poor, foreign girl was beneath them. Peggy's voice was always , kind on the surface but spoken down to Wanda like a child. Maddie, poor herself, would inside every time it began. Yet she was too afraid of losing Peggy to speak, and her silence left Wanda completely from the rest of the class.