"I thought you'd gone to Canada!"
"Why! You said good-bye to everybody!"
"How is it you've come back?"
"Aren't you going to Canada after all?"
"Are you staying on at the High?"
"Did you go and come back again?"
So many questions were hurled at her head that Lesbia did not attempt to answer them in detail. She replied, a little shamefacedly, that her plans had been suddenly changed, and that she was now living with cousins in Kingfield. She realized, from the girls' faces, that her return was considered rather tame. She even wondered whether she ought to keep the good-bye present which they had made her. It was certainly hers by false pretences. Yet it would be hardly possible to give it back.
"There'll be a scrimmage with Laura Birkshaw!" remarked Etta Pearson. "She's been going on with your stencilling. And a nice smudge she's made of it too, in places."
"Aldora Dodson's got your desk by the window," piped Calla Wilkins; "I don't believe she'll turn out for anybody."
"I shan't ask her to," said Lesbia briefly, as she walked upstairs.