Blue Bonnet was in a perverse mood. “Why?” she asked.
“You know examinations will be coming after a while.”
“Will they—from where?”
“Elizabeth!”
They were in the cloak-room, and Blue Bonnet turned in unwonted fierceness. “Sarah Blake, if you dare ‘Elizabeth!’ me in that way again, I’ll—shake you!”
Sarah looked hurt, instead of angry, which only aggravated Blue Bonnet the more.
“I thought—” Sarah began.
“I don’t want to be missionaryized by anybody!”
Sarah drew on her gloves in a silence so expressive as to be almost audible.
“‘Birds in their little nests agree,’” Kitty sang from the doorway.