“The old boy’s a trump!” one of the boys said. “I thought we were out of that for good.”
“Make up all those lessons!” Blue Bonnet sympathized, as Kitty told her what Mr. Hunt had said.
“It lets the ‘jolly good’ in for a lot, doesn’t it?” Kitty commented. “I’m glad it isn’t the ‘rankin’ officer’! Making lessons up with her wasn’t always a summer-day’s picnic!”
“I think Miss Rankin was ever so nice—generally.”
“She was—to you!” Kitty slipped into her seat. “My, it’s good to be back!”
Before the end of the day was reached, the gates of Coventry had closed behind Blue Bonnet.
“One wouldn’t exactly suppose you hated school now!” Alec remarked, overtaking her on the way home. “It had begun to look as though you would never get rid of your body-guard.”
“I don’t hate it—now.” It occurred to Blue Bonnet that Alec was looking—not precisely tired, but as if things were a bit twisted. “How are you getting on with your paper?” she asked.
“I have all my notes ready. It ought not to take very long to write it.”
“Is Boyd trying?”