The other pupils were already gathered in the dining-room when this group entered and they wondered at the eight shining faces.
“Something must have happened to please those girls from Sunnyside,” one of the seniors remarked. And something surely had.
“Adele,” Peggy Pierce exclaimed, when they were once again in Apple-Blossom Alley, “where is Gertrude to sleep? All of the beds on this corridor are occupied.”
“Perhaps I would better go back to my old room,” Evelyn Dartmoor suggested.
“No, indeed,” Adele declared. “Betty, if Madame Deriby is willing, don’t you think that we could have another single bed in here for Gertrude?”
“Oh, Della, I’d love to have her with us,” the little one cried clapping her hands gleefully.
“Then I will go at once and ask for permission,” Adele said. Madame Deriby had planned giving Miss Berry’s pretty room to Gertrude for the time being, but when she realized how much it meant to the girls from Sunnyside to have their friend with them, she smilingly consented, and soon thereafter Patrick appeared with another single bed and it was found that there was plenty of room to place the three in a row.
Evelyn, who had slipped away, reappeared carrying a bowl of beautiful roses.
“Girls,” she said, “I want to put these flowers that Grandpa sent me on the little table by Gertrude’s bed.”
“Oh, Evelyn, how nice!” Adele exclaimed. “I am sure that Trudie will like her corner.”