"Are you sleepy, Jocelyn? Or would you like me to come in and talk?" she asked.
"Oh, do come in—I'm fearfully tired of bed," Joey burst out—"that is, if you don't want to be dancing?"
Gabrielle shut the door, and felt her way over to the one occupied bed.
"I'd rather talk——"
Somebody rushed at the door, turned the handle violently, and dashed in.
"Hullo, Jocelyn, ready for some company?" demanded a cheerful and familiar voice.
Gabrielle switched on the light, and she and Noreen O'Hara looked at one another.
"Oh—you've come to sit with Jocelyn, have you?" Noreen said. "Then I'd better clear out."
"Look here, why shouldn't we both stay?" suggested Gabrielle.