"Good-night, and thanks no end."
Ingrid turned the light out. Blue Dorm was left in outward peace. It was outward only!
CHAPTER VI
A Night on the Leads
Ingrid's steps—alert, responsible—died away into distance. Silence settled down. Then Sybil drew a long breath, and spoke in accents which were hushed, but audible.
"Of all the utterly mean young skunks!"
"Disgusting!" Noreen agreed.
"But I suppose she hasn't learnt anything better," said Barbara.
Joey wriggled in bed, but held her tongue. Let them go on; they wouldn't hurt her.