"That was very thoughtful, I am sure. Some of those young girls really suffer terribly. Sometimes it makes them quite ill."
Blue Bonnet wondered why Fraulein could not have been so reasonable. She certainly was disagreeable. She wished Carita might be under Mrs. White's wing. What a dear Mrs. White was, anyway.
Blue Bonnet opened her bedroom door, still lost in thought. The early winter twilight filled the room, almost obscuring her room-mate who sat near a window straining her eyes over a book.
Blue Bonnet snapped on the light.
"You'll ruin your eyes," she said pleasantly. "That's what my aunt always says to me when I read in the twilight."
Joy forced a half smile and continued reading.
"I suppose we get dressed for dinner now?" Blue Bonnet, ventured, beginning to unfasten her waist.
"Yes."
"Is dinner just at six?"
"Yes."