"Hardly. It's like the Charge of the Light Brigade—teacher to the right of us—teacher to the left of us—teacher in front of us—"
"Really?"
"No, not really. Only to the back and front of us—usually. You'll have fifteen minutes to get into a walking suit if you care to; if you don't, just put on a big coat. It's raw out to-day."
Blue Bonnet preferred to freshen up. She brushed the tumbled hair, bathed her face in cold water, and put on a very smart-looking little grey suit with a Norfolk jacket and tam-o'-shanter to match.
She thought of Carita as she came out of her room, and started up-stairs after her. A teacher stopped her.
"The young ladies meet for their walk in the reception-room down-stairs," she said. "There is no visiting back and forth in the rooms except between four and five o'clock."
Blue Bonnet found the girls, Carita among the rest.
"We will walk together, Carita," she said.
"All right, I have so much to tell you, Blue Bonnet."
A teacher overheard the remark.