Joy folded up her papers and put away some books. Then she came over to Blue Bonnet and slipped her hand in hers shyly.
"There's something I want very much to say to you, Blue Bonnet," she began. "I hardly know where to commence. It's this—principally: I want to thank you for the position that has been offered me in this school next year."
Blue Bonnet looked incredulous.
"Thank—me," she stammered. "Why, me?"
"Because without you I never should have had it. You helped me find it—and myself, Blue Bonnet. You remember the trouble we had—" A deep crimson for a moment dyed Joy's face, but her voice never faltered, nor did her eyes leave Blue Bonnet's. "Up to that time no one ever understood me—I think I didn't understand myself—quite. And you were kind to me—you tried to help me—make the girls like me. I can never forget it—never! Any more than I can repay you."
For answer Blue Bonnet threw her arms round her room-mate and gave her a warm embrace.
"I couldn't have done anything else, Joy, and have been human, so don't give me too much credit—please. I don't deserve any."
They both laughed. Blue Bonnet seemed quite inadequate to the occasion.
"And you're going to teach German? How perfectly splendid!"
"Yes; and that isn't all. Miss North is taking me to Dresden with her for the summer. I am to go into a German family to perfect my accent, where I shall not hear a word of English until next September."