"Don't know why we shouldn't," Noreen agreed. "Mind, Jocelyn?"
"Rather not."
"Only, there's one thing I want to say to you which Gabrielle can't hear—it isn't my secret," Noreen explained hurriedly.
"Shall I get out?" Gabrielle asked.
"No—stick your fingers in your ears a sec, if you don't mind."
Gabrielle obliged.
Noreen plumped down on Joey's bed. "It's this—Syb and Barbara asked me to tell you they're sorry they were such beasts to you last night—and they think you a sport not to have let on to Ingrid."
"Did they say that?" gasped Joey.
"Yes, honest injun!"
"Then I shan't be able to say the utterly hateful things I'd thought of for to-night," Joey murmured regretfully. "But I was a pig about the bath-water, wasn't I?"