“No, Bettykins,” she replied, “your guess is all wrong, but I did tell Madame Deriby that I would like to take Latin and French.”
“Oh-h!” moaned the child dismally, “and I suppose now she will expect us all to want to be as wise as you are.”
But Betty said no more, for the office door was opening and her own name was being called. With a wild look at Adele she disappeared, to return in a very few moments, her pretty face dimpled with smiles.
“Oh! Madame Deriby is a perfect dear!” she exclaimed. “I’ll never be scared of her again. I just know that I am going to adore her!”
Last of all it was Adele’s turn, and when she came out of the office, her eyes were shining like stars.
“Oh, girls!” she said, “something wonderful has happened! Come up to our room as quickly as ever you can and I will tell you all about it!”
Much mystified, the girls trooped after their favorite and when they reached their sun-flooded Apple-Blossom Alley, they clamored, “Della, do tell us what it is. You look as though something ever so nice was just about to happen.”
“See if you can guess!” that maiden exclaimed. “It’s the one thing that I’ve been wishing and wishing for the very most of all.”
“Oh, then it will not be hard to guess,” Betty Burd declared. “It must be that Gertrude Willis is coming to Linden Hall.”
Adele nodded brightly. “Sit down, everybody, and I’ll tell you all about it.”