“Something’s got to be done about that little Ethel Rivers.”
Sally sat down in the big tufted chair in the twins’ room, and made the announcement with a positiveness that left no room for doubt.
“What’s she been doing now?” Phyllis laughed.
“Why, Prue and I met her in the hall and she walked past us with her nose in the air. Prue stopped her and asked her where she was going, and what do you think she said?”
“Can’t imagine,” Janet shook her head. “Tell us.”
“She said she was hurrying back to the new wing for a breath of clean air.”
“Impertinent infant,” Ann drawled lazily. She was lying on the foot of Janet’s bed, almost asleep. “It wouldn’t have been nearly so bad if she said fresh, but clean is really outrageous.”
“But of course she didn’t mean it,” Phyllis said.
“That’s the funny part of it,” Prue came in from the balcony and stood in the doorway, blotting out the light. “She really did mean it. She’s taken the rivalry of the wings as a deadly serious thing.”
“Being entirely without a sense of humor, she would,” Sally said crossly. “Remember Mary Marble last year? I was only a new girl, but I saw something was going to happen.”