"Well, anybody who knows Magnus Kindred after meeting him 'several times,' may go up head," said Miss Saucy.
"Is he a poke, too?" asked Violet, with a grave face.
"No, he's too wicked for that," said Miss Cray.
"Wicked?" said little Miss Wren. "Why, he's one in discipline all the time."
"Well, he'd better be two, and have a few grains of civility," said Miss Cray. "Absolutely he left me all standing in the middle of the plain yesterday, just because that ridiculous drum chose to beat!"
"But that was a very good way to be left," said Rose merrily. "Perhaps if you had been all falling, he would have stayed."
"Fine idea to work up!" said another girl, laughing, but Miss Cray tossed her head.
"Nobody cared, either way," she said. "How do you know what 'perhaps' he would have done?"
"Why, we are both his sisters," said Violet. And for once in her life Miss Cray was taken aback.
"Fancy it!" she said. "Where are you staying?"