“Just before study hours, Isabel. Will it be patriotic to eat it?”
“If it is patriotic to make it. But this is some sugar that Virgie had left over last year and we discovered it in a box she left at Greycliff. It was only hard, and isn’t hurt for candy.”
“Isn’t Isabel Hunt wonderful!” inquired the senior academy captain as Isabel left the group.
“Indeed she is. She can do anything.”
“It was good of the girls not to be mad at our accident, upsetting them and everything.”
“Oh, Isabel is like that. She wouldn’t be cross unless you meant to do something. And I think she felt responsible because they got us to race with them.”
The senior collegiates, meanwhile, heard that the senior academy had beaten the junior collegiates in a race, and Isabel did not enlighten them, nor would she say which of further conflicting reports were true. She only looked mysterious and remarked, “It was a sad blow. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!”
“She quoteth Shakespeare, girls. It’s no use. Anyhow Mickey said that the two canoes upset.”
“Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,” continued Isabel, with a dramatic gesture. “By the way, I have to see Mickey. Please excuse me, fair hostesses.”
Virgie had offered to make the candy, and the girls of Lakeview Suite had beguiled Isabel into their headquarters in the hope of getting the truth about the latest excitement. Isabel had seen Mickey cross the front lawn and bethought herself of an errand.