“Not to amount to anything.” Blue Bonnet dropped down on the lounge, looking as if life were all at once too much for her.
“Has anything gone wrong at school, my dear?” her aunt asked.
“I should rather think there had! But I can’t tell you about it, Aunt Lucinda; because it’s what Kitty calls—‘a class affair.’”
Grandmother and Aunt Lucinda looked relieved; there was safety in numbers; but Blue Bonnet, lying back among the cushions, watched the little flames opposite dance and flicker, with troubled eyes.
They had all taken it for granted that she would act with them, and when she did not—
It would spoil everything, the club good times—everything. Blue Bonnet sprang up and went to her practising; Mademoiselle must come on Friday! Surely she would be well enough by then.
It was just before supper that Alec ran over to return a book; he found Blue Bonnet alone in the back parlor.
“You did have a lively time this afternoon,” he said. “No, I can’t wait to sit down. I must go right back.”
“Alec, did you ever cut class?” Blue Bonnet asked.
“No, but—”