“You very well know that you were the first to leave, and would have been horrified at the thought of talking to them!” exclaimed Cathalina, taking Isabel seriously.
“Perhaps, gentle mentor,” said Isabel, putting her arm about Cathalina.
“I would not love a sailor lad,
However bright his e’e;
A deck would have his roving feet,
No hearth-stane warm, with me!”
“Set that to music, Lilian, and sing it to Betty.”
“Is that your own, Isabel?”
“Yes. I thought it up while we were waiting for Betty. Donald is sort of Scotch, you know, so I put in ‘e’e’ and ‘stane’.”
“It seems to be catching,” said Eloise. “Lilian and Cathalina are always making verses, and now Isabel.”
CHAPTER IV
AGAIN THE GREYCLIFF GHOST
“Whither now, Lily Ann?” Diane was strolling out of classroom number five behind Lilian.
“I don’t answer to that name,” replied Lilian, pausing, however, and linking her arm in that of Diane. “How becoming that crimson frock is.”