“Ah, the light of the history class,” Janet greeted her. “I hear you were disgustingly brilliant in your examination this morning,” she accused the latest arrival.
“As usual,” Madge said modestly.
“And poor me,” Carol sighed, “I probably won’t sleep tonight for worrying about my test tomorrow morning.”
“As if anything less than an earthquake could keep you awake!” Janet declared.
“I understand that is what we are coming together for this afternoon,” Madge said, “to coach you.”
“Much to my sorrow,” Carol declared. “You know I simply can’t learn anything when we are all together.”
“Is that the only time?” Janet inquired daringly.
There might have been serious results to her last question had not Madge supplied food for different thought.
“How is it Phyllis is having us at her Aunt’s house?” Madge wanted to know, shifting her books from one arm to the other while she juggled her umbrella.
“I think her Aunt is out of town for the day,” Gale answered.