"Such a pig about the bath-water—I hardly washed at all," Syb went on.
"Frightfully lowering to Redlands to turn that sort in," Barbara took up the parable.
Joey couldn't keep out of the fray any longer. "Did the Redlands girls want to have a nice kind fat old nurse apiece to look after them and keep them from being contaminated by less select people?" she jeered. "Poor little dears!"
"We're not talking to you, Jocelyn Graham. We don't talk to girls who behave as you do," Sybil told her icily.
"Righto. Don't then," Joey said, and turned over in bed.
But the outraged three had not finished by any manner of means.
"Sucking up and sneaking to Ingrid Latimer, too; I do call that the limit," Noreen went on. "Notice how she jawed at us—and I adored Ingrid all last term."
Joey was too proud to speak again after her recent snub, or she might have informed them that she had not sneaked to Ingrid Latimer. As it was—let them think it if they liked—she didn't care.
"Shame to put her into Blue Dorm," that was Barbara.