"Oh, bother! Just when you were telling us," Noreen broke out. "Cut along, and do hurry. I shall burst if I don't know the rest before First Lesson."
Joey ran, arriving at Miss Conyngham's door in a decidedly breathless condition.
Miss Conyngham was there with the Professor. He was speaking, but stopped as Joey came in. Joey had an idea that behind his pale, impassive face he was very angry.
"Jocelyn," said Miss Conyngham gravely, "I want to ask you one or two questions by yourself."
"Yes, Miss Conyngham," Joey answered wonderingly.
"Have you gone outside at night? Think before you speak."
That question did not need thinking about; Joey remembered that home-sick first night far too vividly to hesitate. "Yes, Miss Conyngham."
"When?"
"The first night I was here. I got out on the roof; didn't Matron tell you I spoilt my quilt? She jolly well takes care to go on telling me——"
"Answer only my questions, please. You got out on the roof that first night. For what reason?"