“Well, it isn’t your fault, Cathalina. I’m real sorry, because I had some such pretty pictures of the place. I got one gull just spreading his wings to fly, and I thought that perhaps Lilian might have a cut made of that for the Greycliff Star, if she is going to write up ‘White Wings.’”
“We’ll advertise for the camera, but I can’t think of a senior girl who would take it for a joke or on purpose.”
“Yes, I’ll have a little notice read and tell about the pictures, and it may turn up.”
CHAPTER II
“WHITTIERS”
Isabel Hunt and Virginia Hope, juniors, were together in a single room on Lakeview Corridor. It was the same room which Isabel had occupied with Avalon Moore when they first came to Greycliff. While the scholarship which Virginia had won the year before was a great help to her financially, she still felt that she must be as economical as possible, and single rooms cost less than suites, even when the expense of a suite was divided among four. Isabel said that she, too, was well suited by making careful plans, for Jim and her father were saving against the time when all the boys would be in the army and business might suffer. Then, Avalon Moore and Olivia Holmes, who had shared the suite with them, were not back this year. Avalon’s father was an officer in the regular army, and Avalon was with her mother and the other children, while her father was in France. Olivia’s people had moved from the South to California, where her sister lived.
“Honestly, Virgie,” said Isabel one evening, “I believe it is easier to study with just you and me here. It’s such a temptation to talk when there are more of us.”
Virginia looked up from her book with an amused glance.
“I know what you are thinking,” continued Isabel with a laugh, “but I only break out by spells. I wonder what Olivia and Avalon are doing tonight.”
“Getting lessons too, I suspect.”
“Yes, Olivia wrote that she likes her school out there pretty well, but misses all of us girls. There is her letter, Virgie. I forgot to tell you to read it. She says that the girls are crazy about her butterfly pin and want to start a Psyche Club there. And she wants us to write and tell her every single thing about Greycliff, who is back and who isn’t, and where the Grant Academy boys are, if we know, and everything. I wonder what she has done with her fur coat!”