“What?” she inquired politely.
Sophie bent, put a hand on each knee, and beamed into Phœbe’s eyes. “Comp’ny,” she announced.
“Company? Who?” Phœbe was more than interested.
“Genevieve Finnegan.”
Phœbe made a wry face. “Her!” she said, and flushed.
“I pretended I didn’t know her,” chuckled Sophie.
Phœbe was suspicious. “What do you think she’s come for?” she asked.
“Can’t say.” Sophie straightened and shrugged.
“Maybe she’s going to tell me they’re all sorry for putting me out of school,” suggested Phœbe.
“You’re right! Because Miss Simpson come with her.”