“H’m,” said Miriam.
“I knew Mademoiselle would sneak if she had half a chance.”
“Yes, ever since she got so thick with Elsa.”
“Oh!—Elsa.”
“You bet Fräulein looks down on the two of them in her heart of hearts.”
“M’m—she’s fairly sick, Jemima, with the lot of us this time.”
“Mademoiselle told her some pretty things,” laughed Gertrude. “Lily thinks we’re lost souls—nearly all of us.”
“Onny swaw, my dears, onny swaw.”
“It’s all very well. But there’s no knowing what Mademoiselle would make her believe. She’d got reams about you, Hendy—nothing bad enough.”