"I say, what an awfully good-looking boy," she said, picking up the photo of Gavin, taken for Mums out of the tip Uncle Staff sent him when he won the scholarship. "Who's he—your brother?"
The devil entered into Joey. "No; that's the flesher's boy in Calgarloch, a great pal of mine," she stated easily, arranging Mums side by side with Father in uniform.
Syb stared. Joey went on. "The kid in socks is the gravedigger's youngest—he's called Bingo; and these two, Ronnie and Kirsty, belong to the odd-and-end shop at Crumach."
With which appalling size in thumpers, Joey turned her back upon the girls, and went on arranging her photographs. Syb left her in a hurry; the others whispered together. Joey finished her corner, and got out her evening frock.
"Having us on?" asked Noreen, with a doubtful note of appreciation.
Joey slipped her frock over her head. "Find out," she suggested.
That made a pause, and everybody put on their evening dresses in silence. Barbara broke it while hair was being brushed.
"I suppose Gabrielle told you that this dorm tubs at night," she observed unwillingly. "You had better not be late coming up, because the water gets cold so quickly."
"But of course you'd bath last because of being new," Syb joined in, rather truculently.
Joey made no answer; she was considering. "Where is the bathroom?" she asked.