‘Gladys? Nothing!’ said Pip. ‘Why?’
‘Well, she looked as if she’d been crying when I saw her in the hall this morning,’ said Fatty. ‘I came in at the garden door as usual, and bumped into her in the hall. Her eyes looked as red as anything.’
‘Well, she was quite all right last night,’ said Pip, remembering the lively game they had had. ‘Perhaps she got into a row with Mrs. Moon.’
‘Shouldn’t think so,’ said Fatty. ‘Mrs. Moon called out something to her quite friendly as I passed. Perhaps she’s had bad news.’
Bets felt upset. She went to find Gladys. The girl was sweeping the bedroom floors. Yes, her eyes were very red!
‘Gladys, have you been crying?’ asked Bets. ‘What’s the matter? Has somebody been scolding you?’
‘No,’ said Gladys, trying to smile. ‘Nothing’s the matter, Miss Bets. I’m all right. Right as rain.’
Bets looked at her doubtfully. She didn’t look at all happy. What could have happened between last night and now?
‘Have you had bad news!’ said Bets, looking very sympathetic.
‘Now just you heed what I say,’ said Gladys. ‘There’s nothing the matter. You run off to the others.’