But Sue, sitting up in Ruth's bed, rubbed her eyes vigorously and poured oil on the troubled waters.
"Don't get so excited, Blue Bonnet. It's no killing matter to be late to breakfast. You'll only get a mark in the 'Doomsday Book;' and thank your lucky stars the girls are going down to breakfast. When they're all gone you can slip out easily."
"Yes—but oh, my Emerson!"
"Emerson isn't a patching to a Latin exam!"
"And the two couldn't match up with a Physics test!" Annabel groaned, putting on her clothes with eager haste. "I have a vision of the mark I'll get!"
She went to the door and took a sweeping glance down the hall.
"Coast's clear," she announced. "Shoo—both of you."