Betsy examined it carefully.
“Not so bad,” she consoled—“gimme.”
“Where to?”
“College Hall. Janice does sewing, mending and darning. You can get any thing done in College Hall; typing, hair set and, best right now, sewing. You needn’t go. I’ll drop it there on my way to the library. See you at supper. Cheerio.”
“Cheerio,” Mimi echoed. She was not too cheerful at that. There was still Dr. Barnes’ permission or refusal with which to reckon. Unconsciously she started to concentrate, “Dr. Barnes let me go, Dr. Barnes let me go”—I won’t think that another silly time. It didn’t work on Miss Taylor but I do wish to my soul, I had Mammy Cissy’s rabbit foot.
CHAPTER XI
THE THANKSGIVING GAME
“Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along.
Merrily we roll along over the deep blue sea.”
“Not that way.” Mimi interrupted Betsy’s rollicking song. “This way—Notice I did not say this A-way. I’ve learned one thing at Sheridan. ‘Merrily we ride along, ride along, ride along, Merrily we ride along over the broad highway.’”
“But highway doesn’t rhyme with anything,” Betsy protested.