"Joey—top-hole!" Noreen cried. "You're much more like a boy than a girl; that suits you down to the ground."
And as 'Joey' she was presented to the rather embarrassed Syb and Barbara when they came up to bed, armed with a sticky bag of toffee—in large lumps of which luxury the occupants of Blue Dorm smoked the peace-pipe forthwith.
CHAPTER IX
"Maddy"
Remove II. B had French for first lesson next morning; Joey was informed of the fact during getting-up-time next morning by an almost aggressively friendly Sybil, Barbara, and Noreen.
"Who takes us?" Joey asked, a little nervously. French was by no means her strong point.
"Maddy, of course—Mademoiselle de Lavernais."
"What's she like?"
Noreen screwed up her face. "Awfully old and dried up, and a sort of front thing on her head in tight curls."