“But that doesn’t make any difference to young girls,” said Betty, simply.
“Ho! doesn’t it?” said Madeleine, at which Betty laughed outright. She felt sure it couldn’t be true.
Hillside Manor was a large and rather magnificent house, yet when Betty and Madeleine reached their room, they found it small and cramped. There was only one window, and though the two beds were narrow, they left but little space to move about. There was only one wash-stand, and, accustomed of late to having nice things about her, Betty looked around in dismay.
It was not that she so much minded not having elaborate furnishings, but such close quarters to be shared with another made her feel hampered, and she thought longingly of her lovely big room at Denniston, with the dainty fittings all her own.
And yet she knew she would not like to room alone at the school. That was an awful loneliness to look forward to.
So she began unpacking her things to dress for dinner. Madeleine chattered all the time, seeming not to care whether Betty answered or not.
“You may have the top drawer of the dresser, and I’ll take the next,” said Madeleine, good-naturedly; “and we’ll divide the hooks in the wardrobe evenly. Which bed do you want?”
“I don’t care,” said Betty; “take your choice first.”
“All right; I’ll take this one,” and Madeleine flung two large hats on the bed she selected.
But as she immediately afterward piled a lot of her things on the other bed, it seemed to make little difference.