"Of course, it's wonderful," Connie answered, enthusiastically, "and I'm working like mad. I get awfully lonesome when I don't. How's everybody? I saw Bet for a second; she hasn't changed much."
"Everybody's fine. Lo saw you coming, and nearly jumped out of the window with excitement," Angela told her. "I've written you all the news. We're going on a straw-ride to-night—just the old girls that you know and like."
"Oh, fine! I hoped we could coast anyway." Connie was delighted. "Honestly, Ange," she said, seriously. "You don't know how good it is to stop being grown up. I have to be so dignified and ancient all the time, especially when I give concerts. Oh, by the way! I've got a surprise for you."
"What?" Angela demanded.
"I'm going abroad next spring to study for a year— I've won a scholarship."
"Connie! Not honestly?"
"Yes, it's all decided; mother is going to take me over and leave me; it's a secret, so don't tell any one."
Angela studied her friend's familiar face in silence for a minute. It was just like Connie to win a scholarship and then not tell anybody.
"I don't believe it's a secret," she said at last. "You just don't want anybody to know about it. Well, I'm going to announce it to the whole school," she finished grandly.
"Don't you dare, Ange. I'd die of embarrassment," Connie pleaded. "Promise you won't."