“Oh, this is too bad!” exclaimed Sim impulsively. “Perhaps if you could have a swim in the pool before dinner tonight you wouldn’t feel so tired.”
To Sim a dive into a pool with sea-green tiles on the bottom was a cure-all and she recommended it at every opportunity.
“Try a swim,” she urged.
Miss Everett came to a sudden stop on a landing and laughed in a manner that could be described only as cynical.
“Listen, freshie!” she exclaimed, “let me tell you something about that pool!”
The three girls looked at their guide apprehensively.
Was there something mysterious about the pool, as the taxi-man had intimated there was about the orchard?
CHAPTER II
Fruit-Cake
Waiting, with the deference they, as freshmen, guessed was due a sophomore, Arden, Terry, and Sim looked at Miss Everett. There was a smile on her lips, but there was no mirth in her words as she went on.
“There’s nobody in the world who could have a swim in that pool!” said the tall blonde girl, and one could only surmise whether there was exultation or vindictiveness in her tones. “A swim in that pool! Don’t make me laugh! Why, Tiddy, our revered head, uses it as a storehouse for cabbages, potatoes, and turnips that come out of the college garden. Swimming pool—ha!”