“Oh, who cares what they’re like!” Phyllis laughed. “They’re in the new wing and we’re in the old. All that matters is that Daphne’s here, and we four are together again.”
Daphne gave a queer little laugh.
“It’s pretty wonderful,” she admitted, “to find you all just the same. I was afraid that perhaps Sally had found a new pal, and that perhaps you two have discovered some other girls. It rather worried me.”
The rest laughed, and Janet said:
“Taffy, my darling, you were growing an imagination. You kill it before it becomes dangerous.”
Snatches of a song came to them from the hall and Sally jumped up and ran to the door.
“Come in, you three,” she called.
Prue, Ann and Gladys entered.
“We thought we would let you have the first few minutes in peace,” Prue began, but Ann went straight to Daphne and held out her hand.
“You’re the very princess come to life,” she said. “And we’re awfully glad to welcome you at Hilltop.”