"I know that already."
"Of course, but it has to be impressed."
"Then what?"
"Then we go to our rooms. Sometimes we settle down, and sometimes we don't. It depends. Once in a while we have a feast. We'll invite you next time."
Blue Bonnet looked interested.
"Where do you have it?"
"Oh, in our rooms sometimes—but it's risky. The sky parlor is the best place. That's up in the attic—under the eaves. It's fine! There's no teacher to bother. It's a little cold just now. They don't heat it, but you can put on your bath-robe and be comfy. We're waiting now for Wee Watts to get her clean clothes back from home. You see, she only lives an hour or two out of the city, and she sends her things home to be washed. When they come back, her mother always fills up the suitcase with cakes and cookies and jam—well, not jam, any more. The last jar she sent, broke, and spilled all over a new silk waist she was sending Wee for a party. It was quite tragic."
"The loss of the jam—or the waist?"
"Both. It was hard on Wee, losing the waist. You see, she's so stout she can't borrow much from the rest of us."
Annabel came up at that moment and asked Sue to dance, so Carita and Blue Bonnet visited until the gong sounded.