“Dick is almost twenty.”
They had reached the place where three paths diverged, one to the left going deeper into the woods behind Greycliff, another leading down into the vine-clad ravine near the river, and a third winding to the right and leading out to the front of the grove, where a grassy bluff overlooked the beach. A chorus of gay calls came from the trees there.
“Whoo-hoo, Betty, wasn’t that an easy quiz in French?” Eloise waved her handkerchief at Betty, who hurried up the path with Cathalina and dropped down by the other girls. “I haven’t a single examination now, all through! It’s goodbye lessons for at least twelve weeks!”
“O, Eloise!” responded Cathalina joyously, “I’m so glad, too, that the old exams are over,—yet I do hate to go and leave you girls.”
“Well, we’re going too, not left behind.”
“Yes, but you see I don’t know whether I’m coming back or not!”
“You better had!” said Betty.
“Aren’t you going to ask to come?” Diane looked surprised.
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, that’s all that’s necessary, isn’t it?”