"Don't be a goose, Susie! You know you're my very best friend, but—she's different."
"I should think she was different!" Susie sharply agreed. "And you've been 'different' ever since she came."
"I hope so," said Vivian gravely. "Mrs. St. Cloud brings out one's very best and highest. I wish you liked her better, Susie."
"I like you," Susie answered. "You bring out my 'best and highest'—if I've got any. She don't. She's like a lovely, faint, bright—bubble! I want to prick it!"
Vivian smiled down upon her.
"You bad little mouse!" she said. "Come, give me the books."
"Leave them with me, and I'll bring them in the car." Susie looked anxious to make amends for her bit of blasphemy.
"All right, dear. Thank you. I'll be home by that time, probably."