CHAPTER XXII
THE GREEN BEADS
Beryl waved Robin off to the Granger's with a forced cheerfulness. Left alone, she sat in the room she shared with Robin and stared unhappily at the disarray left from the frenzied packing and unpacking.
Nothing exciting like going off to a house-party of young people with two bags full of lovely clothes would ever, ever happen to her!
In fact nothing exciting would ever happen. She'd just go on and on wanting things all her life.
She did not envy Robin, for Robin was such a dear no one could ever envy her, but she wished she could have just some of the chances Robin had—and did not appreciate. She straightened. Oh, with just one of Robin's dresses, couldn't she sail into that drawing room at Wyckham and hold her own with the proudest of them? Mrs. Granger and the haughty Alicia had no terrors for her, and if they tried to snub her, she'd put her violin under her chin and then—
The peal of the doorbell reverberated through the quiet house. Beryl heard Harkness' slow step, as he went to the door; then it climbed the stairs and stopped outside of Robin's room.
"For me?" Beryl drew back. She had never received a telegram in her life and the yellow envelope frightened her.
"The boy said as to sign here."