"Lucky chap," thought Eustace, who never read a school story without longing to go to a big English school.
"And what about Brenda?" questioned Mrs. Orban.
"You shall see a photo that was taken of her the other day," was the answer. "Most people think her very pretty."
"Does she go to school too?" said Mrs. Orban, asking the very question Nesta was bursting to put.
"Oh yes, Brenda is a regular schoolgirl. You see it would be so lonely for her to have lessons at home with a governess."
"Lucky girl," thought Nesta, and sighed.
"She was quite green with envy when she heard I was coming out here," Miss Chase said, "and threatened to have all sorts of illnesses, necessitating change of air for recovery, so that she might come with me."
"Oh, I wish she had," Nesta said impulsively.
"I don't think her grannie would agree with you," laughed Miss Chase. "She can hardly bear to part with her every term. If you want to see her, I think your best plan is to have an illness yourself, and let me take you back with me for change of air."
"That would be better and better," Nesta exclaimed, "only I should want mother and every one else to come too."