It did not seem much like coming true, though, as she stood in the juniors’ room after breakfast, jostled from right to left by the girls who were on their way to the different classrooms, and wondering when somebody would come and tell her where she was to go. She wished rather sadly that everybody in this school would not expect her to know things by instinct.
‘Do you know where I am to go?’ she begged, catching hold of Jean Murray as she hurried by. Babs had forgotten, if, indeed, she had ever realised, that Jean looked upon her as an enemy.
‘Go and ask one of the seniors,’ retorted Jean, shaking her off. ‘You’re much too high and mighty to have anything to do with us.’
‘What is she talking about?’ asked the amazed Barbara, looking after her.
‘Well, it isn’t likely she can forget all at once that you got her a scolding from Margaret Hulme,’ explained Angela, who was hurrying as usual after her friend, like a shadow.
‘I got her a scolding? What do you mean?’ cried Babs.
‘Oh, it’s all very well to be so innocent,’ snorted Angela; and she disappeared too.
Barbara sighed and remained where she was, till she was moved on again.
‘Do get out of the way,’ complained some one else; ‘you’re right in front of my bookshelf.’
Barbara sprang aside hastily, and caught her foot in the leg of a desk and fell down.