“Oh—oh, thank you,” she said softly, over and over, “thank you, thank you. I’m so glad you’re alive,—and I’m glad I am, too.”
Fastening the tiny flowers in their buttonholes, the glee-club began to move off. Peggy sat still in the window seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
The cool moonlight drifted in around her, and she breathed it in slowly. Katherine came and curled up beside her.
“I don’t feel a bit sleepy now, do you,” she said, “and I’m glad we showed we liked the serenade.”
Peggy smiled and then she gave one of the forbidden yawns.
“Oh, it’s nice to be alive, and to be young, and to be away at school,” she murmured, disregarding Katherine’s observation. “And, just think, to-morrow we have a perfectly good new day to wake up into.”
[CHAPTER II—BEING A BELLE]
“To think that one of my young ladies—one of MY young ladies,” the principal repeated impressively, “should have been guilty of such a misdemeanor—”
“What’s a misdemeanor?” Peggy whispered in her room-mate’s ear as they sat in chapel and listened to an address that was evidently going to be serious for somebody.
“Sh,” said Katherine. “She means us.”