May passed, and June came, bringing warm, sunny days that were very tempting to feet that were longing to be tramping through green woods and fields. Examinations, however, were coming soon, and Genevieve knew that, tempting as was the beautiful out-of-doors, studies must come first. Every possible minute, however, she spent in rides, walks, and tennis playing—even Miss Jane insisted that she must have exercise.
June brought not only alluring days, however, but a letter from Quentina, which sent Genevieve flying into Mrs. Kennedy's room.
"Aunt Julia, did you write again to Mr. Jones?"
"I did," smiled Mrs. Kennedy, "and I have a letter from him to-day."
"You darling! Then you know, of course! Oh, Aunt Julia, isn't it lovely! I just can't wait till to-morrow to tell the girls."
Genevieve did wait, however—she waited even till the morning recess. She wanted all the Happy Hexagons together; and when she had them together she told them the astounding news in one breathless rush of words.
"Girls, Quentina's coming next year to school. She's going to room with me. Isn't it lovely!"
There was a chorus of delighted questions and exclamations; but Genevieve lifted her hand.
"Sh-h! Listen. I've got her letter here. You must hear it!" and she whipped open the letter and began to read:
"Oh—oh—It isn't true—it can't be true! But father says it is, and father doesn't lie. I'm to go to Sunbridge. Sunbridge! I think Sunbridge is the loveliest name in the world—for a town, I mean, of course.