"All right. I engage the first three dances then, Carita. Don't forget."
Blue Bonnet went down to her room thoughtfully; a vision of those homesick children before her eyes. She wondered what people meant by sending such infants away from home. Why, there was one who seemed scarcely old enough to comb her own hair. All of a sudden she felt old—grown up; responsibility weighed on her—the responsibility of Carita.
On her own hall she passed Mrs. White.
"What a serious face," the teacher said. "I hope it is not homesickness."
Blue Bonnet smiled brightly.
"No, I think I've fought that all out."
"That's good! Youth is not the time for tears."
"But I have just come from a regular downpour."
"It sounded like a downfall. I was in Madame de Cartier's room, just underneath. We thought the ceiling was coming through."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I am afraid it was my fault. Those children were so horribly homesick that I suggested a game."