Marta drew out her slip and pointed to the two names. “Are we really going to be by ourselves for a bit?”
The girls exchanged glances and smiles. “It will be easier to study, but it would have been fun to be in a suite with other girls.”
“That may happen yet;” said Marta. “Come on, let’s get moved as quickly as possible. I’m going for an armful of books.”
“Noble girl! I was thinking of clothes.”
“What’s the difference? Both of ’em have to come.”
At Eleanor’s suite there was an excited and happy group of girls. “I hired one of the chambermaids to pack my trunk and things,” Suzanne was saying. “Madeline won’t speak to me and I hate to go over there. Ann, won’t you go over and see that the things in the bureau drawers get in?”
“Why should I run into trouble, if you do not want to go yourself, my dear?” asked Ann, delving into her closet and coming out with dresses and coats.
“Isn’t she mean?” complained Suzanne, half in earnest.
“Gracious me, Suzanne,” said Eleanor. “Brace up and go over after your jewelry and little things. If the girls won’t speak to you, go ahead anyway. The sooner it’s over the better. Look at Ann!”