A PERPLEXING PROBLEM OF LIFE
Miss Tross-Kingdon entered Miss Hexam’s room, looking so disturbed that the latter asked:
“Why, Muriel, what is the matter?”
They two were of kin and called each other by their first names.
“Matter enough, Wilda. I’m worried and angry. And to think it should happen while the Bishop is away on that trip of his to the States!”
“Tell me,” urged the gentle little woman, pushing a chair forward into which the Lady Principal wearily dropped.
“It’s that Dorothy Calvert. She’s lost herself again!”
“She has a knack of doing that! But she’ll be found.”
“Maybe. Worst is she’s taken another with her. Robin, the new boot-boy.”
Miss Hexam laughed: