"I have to get over that sooner or later. I shall begin now," said Mabel.
"Won't it be beastly in that girls' club?" wailed Betty.
"Oh, I'm sure it will," quivered Mabel. She sank in a heap on the floor.
"Whatever possessed Jean to go off on that wild chase, I can't think," cried Betty.
"I know," said Elma.
"What?"
"Isobel."
The gate clicked outside and there were voices. Betty crept to the window-sill and looked over. Mabel and Elma stood silent in the room. Crunching footsteps and then Isobel's voice, then Robin's, then "Good-night."
Mabel, with a smothered little laugh, flung a blouse into her trunk.
"Isn't it ripping, I'm going to London," said she.