"Hello, Annabel," she answered. "This is my new room-mate—Carita Judson, from Texas."
Annabel acknowledged the introduction indifferently. Carita was too young to be particularly interesting to her. Annabel was eighteen, and considered herself quite a young lady.
Blue Bonnet and Annabel drifted on toward their rooms.
"What sort of a girl is Mary Boyd?" Blue Bonnet asked. "She's rooming with a little friend of mine. Carita and I come from near the same place in Texas."
"Mary? Oh, Mary is a dear. A little spoiled, I reckon. She's an only child, I believe, and has a perfectly doting father. She's always just as you see her—smiling or laughing. Did you ever see such teeth in your life? The girls call her 'Sozie.' You know that picture, don't you? Sozodont! Girl all smiles and teeth."
"What do we do now?" Blue Bonnet asked, pausing at her own door.
"Now we exercise—walk. Generally we go over to the Fenway. In the spring and fall we play tennis."
"Do we all go? I mean all the girls together?"
"Yes, all of us—à la chain gang. The animals march out two by two."
"Alone?"