“It did. Our little Mary returned not this year.”
“What was the matter with Mary?” Phyllis inquired.
“Didn’t fit,” Sally replied shortly, and dismissed the subject.
There was a knock on the door and Gladys, too impatient to wait for Janet’s “Come in,” opened it. By the expression on her face, all the girls knew that something was the matter; even Ann sat up and looked surprised.
“What’s wrong, Gladys?” she demanded.
Gladys stood with her back to the door, her hand still on the knob.
“The trouble,” she said impressively, “is Ethel Rivers.”
Sally groaned. “What next?” she inquired.
“She put a sign up on the green door, requesting the occupants of our wing to be sure and keep it closed, so as not to let in any of the stale air.”
“Oh, that’s too much,” Prue said indignantly.