“Wish it were,” muttered Katherine, shutting the case and sitting down on it with a thud.
“No, it’s only well begun,” corrected Rachel.
“A lot of things are over anyway,” persisted Betty. “Just think how much has happened since last September!”
“Jolly nice things too,” said Katherine cheerfully. She had quite unexpectedly succeeded in fastening the lock.
“Weren’t they!” agreed Betty heartily. “But I guess the nicest thing about it is what you said, Rachel–that it’s ‘to be continued in our next.’ Won’t it be fun to see how everything turns out?”
“I wish that expressman would turn up,” said Rachel ruefully.
“We’ll tell him so if we meet him,” said Betty, shouldering her bag and her golf clubs, while Katherine staggered along with the bursting suit-case.
As they boarded a car at the corner, Mary Brooks and the faithful Roberta waved to them energetically from the other side of Main Street.
“Good-bye! Good-bye!” shrieked Katherine.
“See you next September,” called Betty, who had said good-bye to them once already.