"She lives near us," said Dorothy, "and she used to go to Aunt Charlotte's private school with us."
"Doesn't she now?" asked Floretta.
"No, she left our class, and went to a large school in the city."
"By what the letter says, I'd think she was rather queer," said Floretta.
"Well—" said Dorothy, hesitating, "Arabella is queer."
"Why don't you like to say so?" was the sharp reply.
"Because Dorothy never likes to say anything that isn't kind about any one, but Arabella is queer, so Dorothy won't say she isn't," said Nancy.
It was a few days later that Dorothy was reminded of what Reginald had said in his letter to Flossie.
She was waiting for Nancy to go for a walk, and stooping to pick some of the pretty wildflowers that blossomed everywhere.
She had walked slowly along toward the clump of white birches where, when they had first arrived, they had called, and listened to the echo.