“They saved my violin! I knew that I had left it in Miss Taylor’s studio for her to set a new bridge before Baccalaureate music tomorrow, but the studio was so water-soaked, I knew every instrument in there would be ruined. It seems Miss Taylor sent a man in through the window for her own violin. He grabbed all four of the ones in there and mine was one of them!”
“Aunt Marcia is coming!”
Chloe had news, too.
“More parents have wired and telephoned and many of them are arriving or have sent word they were leaving soon. All the rooms at the hotel are taken.”
“Flash!” Betsy took her turn. “Let me give you a headline that seems to have been entirely overlooked about this fire. All the uniforms burned up. So help me, I never in all my life intend to put on another.”
Betsy hated uniforms worse than Mimi. She had worn them a longer time.
“Omigosh!” Sue gasped. “I nearly forgot! They saved your trunk, Mimi—lock, stock, and barrel——”
“Why Sue! If you’re kidding, I’ll never speak to you again!”
Why that would be too wonderful! Of course the cherubs weren’t in it, or her racket; but her diary was. She’d had plenty of “undies” and hose and a dress or two and goodness knows what else. The strangest things get in the funniest places, especially in trunks.
“Honest and truly. Don’t you remember? We had to move it when we put the mattresses through the window. You rolled it together and locked it yourself. It seems the firemen and men who helped threw out things like that. Gee! You lucky girl.”