Blue Bonnet sighed. "You see," she explained, "I've been brought up rather differently from most girls—that is, up to a year and a half ago. I lived on a big ranch in Texas with my uncle. Everything there was as free as the air and water. We didn't have any restrictions. Boston seems to be made up of 'em."
"We do have a good many conventions, that's true—especially here. It would be chaos without them. You can see that, can't you?"
"Oh, yes."
"And you will try to keep the rules?"
"Of course I'll try. I shouldn't like to displease you."
The compliment was so naïvely given, and so evidently sincere, that Mrs. White looked pleased.
"I appreciate that very much," she said, "but you must keep on equally good terms with your own conscience—have its approval, always."
The building in which Miss North conducted her school for girls had originally been a private mansion. It was interesting and attractive, with many odd nooks and mysterious passages that lent charm and romance to its young occupants. In recent years property adjoining had been added for recitation and school purposes; two houses welded into one.
The entire basement of the annex had been remodeled into a well-equipped gymnasium, and at the rear of the lot a swimming pool had been erected.