Then Baby burst into tears, and said that she wanted Teddo to “tay wit dem.”
“I’ll never forget that letter,” said Eva.
“And how well he kept the secret,” said Mollie.
“And how he never even as much as hinted that he had a secret,” went on Eileen; “never by a word or a look did he ever mention that letter.”
“No, he can’t be beaten,” said Mollie. “We’ve got a lot to thank Teddo for. Fancy asking a new man to post a letter like that and keep our reply!”
“It couldn’t be done,” said Eileen, in tones of finality. “And to think we can’t get a measly holiday in honour of his going.”
“What did Miss Gibson say?” asked Eva. “Did you ask for one, Mollie?”
“I didn’t exactly ask,” said Mollie; “but I mentioned something about it, and she said we had too many holidays; that she only taught about half the time she should, and that birthdays were always coming along, and that there was to be no more holidays or no more birthdays till the end of the year.”
“End of the year!” they all echoed in amazement.
“Why, it’s only August now, and my birthday comes in September,” declared Eileen.