"Likely!" Joey got all the scorn possible into that one word.
Noreen sat up in bed.
"Then what are you doing?"
"Shivering."
"Oh!" said Noreen, and ducked down in her bed, because there was a step outside, and the door opened. Ingrid came in with a candle.
"I thought I heard talking; is any one ill?"
Joey withdrew herself and her shivers well under the bedclothes, and buried her face in the pillow.
"Nothing's the matter, Ingrid," Noreen said, rather flustered. "I just thought one of them was awake—and asked."
Ingrid was in a hurry and rather cold besides. She did not make a tour of the beds in Blue Dorm.
"My dear Kid, don't wake people up to ask if they're awake," she said. "You spoke quite loud: I heard you in the passage, when I was fetching stuff for Dorothy's earache. Go to sleep, and anyhow keep quiet, please."