“We shall have another Miss Owen.”
Miriam struggled up out of her basket. “But I thought you all liked Miss Owen!”
“Ho! Goodness! Too simple for words.”
“You never told us you had any sisters, Hendy,” said Jimmie, tapping her on the wrist.
“What a pity you’re going just as we’re getting to know you,” Judy smiled shyly and looked on the floor.
“Well—I’m off with my bundle,” announced Gertrude. “To be continued in our next. Think it over, Hendy. Don’t desert us. Hurry up, my room. It’ll be tea-time before we’re straight. Come on, Jim.”
Miriam moved, with Judy following at her elbow, across the room to Millie. She looked up with her little plaintive frown. Miriam could not remember what her plans were. “Let’s see,” she said, “you’re going to Norderney, aren’t you?”
“I’m not going to Norderney,” said Millie almost tearfully. “I only wish I were. I don’t even know I’m coming back next term.”
“Aren’t you looking forward to the holidays?”
“I don’t know. I’d rather be staying here if I’m not coming back after.”