“I am too,” Mimi wanted to answer. Instead, she resolved to show them. “Actions,” Cissy had told her so often, “speak louder than words.”
CHAPTER V
TUMBLE INN
Under ordinary circumstances Mimi would have liked Chloe. If Sue had not come she might even have chosen her from all the Prep students for her roommate. Chloe was exquisite to look at—shining black hair, wide dark eyes which were never looking squarely at you but beyond you; slim hands with shapely well cared for nails. She was sensitive and shy and lived way down inside of herself somewhere. It seemed strange to Mimi to have slept in the same bed with a girl, to run in and out of the same room a whole day and not exchange more than a dozen words with her. If Mimi couldn’t be friendlier than this she shouldn’t have been an honor camper. The two girls were dressing for supper, it was supper at Sheridan every night but Friday; then it was dinner with candle salad (pineapple with a banana standing in the hole topped with a flame colored cherry). Betsy was stirring around in the bathroom humming “Sheridan, My Sheridan.”
“Chloe,” Mimi began. She couldn’t stand the reticence any longer—“Do you want to change roommates? Don’t you like me?”
Mimi didn’t get to finish then for Sue popped in.
“Uniforms!” she gasped. “You look swell!”
“We do at that, don’t we?” Mimi answered pirouetting before the mirror. The plain dark-blue dress with the white collar and cuffs was flattering to Mimi and even more so to Chloe. White framed her delicately carved face—you forgot the rest.
“I’ll be glad when mine comes—I feel odd.”
“You get to wear them long enough,” Betsy called out.
“Come on in,” Sue called. She was greatly impressed with Betsy. She moved out of the chair and flopped on the edge of the bed. But Betsy did not sit down; she stood in the door combing her curly hair.