“Lucinda,” Mrs. Clyde remarked, when Blue Bonnet had gone out. “Suppose we were to invite Miss Fellows to tea some evening? She strikes me as being a woman of a—singularly sympathetic disposition.”
Miss Lucinda smiled—a little unwillingly.
“Please, Aunt Lucinda,” Blue Bonnet came back just then to say, “I forgot to tell you—I’m so sorry I got you up unnecessarily this morning. I reckon getting out early to study isn’t much in my line.”
CHAPTER XVII
A CLASS AFFAIR
Kitty came down the class-room aisle as jubilant and beaming, as if, outside, March winds and March rains were not having it all their own way.
“I’ve my subject for the Sargent!” she announced to the little group gathered about one of the windows at the far end of the room.
“What is it?” Debby asked.
“That’s telling,” Kitty settled herself on the window-seat beside Blue Bonnet.
“I wish I had mine,” Amanda sighed. “Have you yours, Blue Bonnet?”