“My what?” exclaimed Cynthia.
“Why—uniform. Didn’t you all dress alike in that place where you were?”
Cynthia turned her face from Beth suddenly. “Oh—yes,” she said, in a muffled tone. “I see. I just had to get different clothes.”
“Well, maybe we can fix you up a little better.”
“Who’s ‘we?’” demanded Cynthia, quickly and sharply.
“There is a friend here who is going to school too.”
“Are you on your way to school?” asked Cynthia.
“Yes,” Beth replied.
“What school?”
“Rivercliff.”