Miss Walters was only thirty-five, but her hair was snow white and framed her face in thick wavy masses. Her complexion was pink and white, and her dark violet eyes looked almost black under their dark lashes. And her figure was that of a girl of twenty.
"Isn't she wonderful?" Vi whispered in her ear; but Billie squeezed her arm warningly.
"Sh-h," she said. "She might hear us."
"I wouldn't care if she did," said Violet with unusual spirit, and in her heart Billie could not blame her.
A moment more and Miss Walters was speaking to them, saying a few words to each of them, welcoming them to Three Towers Hall.
Then she turned and led the way into the building, the girls crowding after her eagerly.
"And her voice," said Billie, adoringly in Laura's ear, "is the very sweetest part of her!"