"And what are you going to do now?"
"Go home again."
"I wish I could," sighed Gwen.
"Are you supposed to be in school?" queried Dick.
"Of course I am, silly! I'm in my own Form room."
"Must be a queer sort of school, then, if they let you talk at the window."
"They don't as a rule. But the others have all gone to the baths to-day and I'm left here to do prep."
"Hard luck!"
"Just what I've been saying to myself. It's simply sickening. You know what it feels like to be out of things."
"Don't I, rather!"