"Gerry it shall be, then, if you want it so," she said, with a smile. "But we'll drop the prefix, shall we! You don't want that. Girls, you've just given three cheers for Geraldine Wilmott. Suppose we give three more for—Just Gerry."
"Gerry, Gerry! Just Gerry!" cried the girls. And the cheers which rang out, accompanied by musical honours this time, confused Gerry so much that she ran out of the room to hide her emotion, and was discovered later by an irate Sister sobbing her heart out for joy on her bed in Cubicle Thirteen—the luck of which had surely changed at last!
"What on earth Miss Oakley meant by letting you send for the child to upset her like this, I don't know!" exclaimed that scandalised official severely, when Muriel and Monica came seeking the runaway with eager penitence. "It's enough to make her light-headed on the top of the shock she's had. Oh, don't talk to me about not meaning it! You just go and let me get her into bed. And for goodness' sake keep the dormitory quiet to-night, if you don't want her in the sick-room with a nervous breakdown in the morning!"
But it isn't tears of joy that hurt people! And after a night of unbroken slumber, the occupant of Cubicle Thirteen awoke refreshed in mind and body—unless you count a slightly swollen nose—to begin a new and happier career at Wakehurst Priory as—Just Gerry.
THE END
