“Why, I’ll have to speak to Mrs. Cole about it.” Betsy was used to choosing and not to being chosen. When she saw Sue’s round happy face darken, she added, “I hope she will let us; I believe we’d get on!”
The supper bell rang and Betsy was gone. The minute Betsy turned her back, Mimi and Sue danced wildly around the study table in anticipation, then started down the hall. Chloe was left to turn off the light and close the doors. Half way down the stairs Mimi remembered.
“Come on Chloe,” she called back. “Please excuse us, but you don’t know how badly I want Sue with us.”
“Yes, I do,” Chloe answered quietly as the three girls moved toward the dining room.
One-half minute before heads were bowed for the blessing Betsy stepped up behind Mimi.
“Mrs. Cole says ‘Yes.’” She had to stand by Mimi during the blessing and all but fly to her table to be seated with the others.
During supper Mimi was absorbed with the moving plans. That “scheme” she had been “scumming”—Mimi had picked up many of her unique sayings from Cissy—was working on her again.
Then, too, she was busy getting acquainted with girls all over again. They seemed so different in their uniforms.
Since this was the last free night for some time, Betsy had so many callers she could not help move. Chloe had an art conference so it was Mimi who helped Sue throw her things together and shut her trunk. The janitor would bring it in the morning. They felt like intruders when they butted Betsy’s half-opened door wide open—they had no hands to turn the knob. “Lazy Man’s loads” Cissy would call them.
“Landslide?” a caller asked Betsy.