“No, dey never will,” agreed Doris.
“Never, never, never,” said Willie. “A fellow just thinks everything is goin’ on great, and something comes along to upset him.”
“Yes,” they all agreed, eagerly.
“Like the day I rode Dandy,” he went on. “I was that glad about it because I was goin’ to have him for my hack, and then he must go and get a stake in his leg that very night! Oh, it’s no use wishing for anything, because you never, never get it!”
“No, never!” they all agreed, mournfully.
“Oh, my goodness me, here comes the mail! There might be a letter about her.”
Then there was a general scatter and excitement. Sure enough there was a thick, important looking letter from the College for Mother, and they all crowded round her while she read it.
Her name was Miss Gibson, and she would arrive at “Gillong” on the following Wednesday.
“And here it is Friday now! Oh, dear!” they cried, in consternation. “Let’s make hay while the sun shines.”
They all rushed madly round for the next few days, trying to crowd all the outdoor life they could into their lives. One would think to see them that their school-days would begin at six in the morning and not end till six in the evening, so eagerly did they snatch up every minute and spend it outside.