"This is the way." Sara deftly broke off a bit of the dish where it curved upward. "These make the best spoons in the world, and one never need bother keeping them in order."
Soon walking by two's and three's, across the campus, moved the girls, each bearing in her hand her wooden dish with ice-cream.
Berenice sat alone on the coping. Hester Alden was not a reader of faces and could give no reasons for her pet likes and dislikes. She instinctively did not like Berenice, although the acquaintance had gone no further than a passing word. Berenice was dark, with coloring which inclined to swarthiness; her brow was low, and her eyes small and deeply set. She made an effort to be pleasant and invariably made flattering remarks to those with whom she conversed. As the girls approached, she held out her purse toward Sara.
"Be good and bring me a chocolate and peach cream," she said. "I am as far as I am allowed to go."
Taking the purse, Sara performed the commission and returned.
"For how long?" she asked.
"Two weeks. One week is almost over."
This was all Greek to Hester. She looked from one to the other; but they, taking it for granted that all the school world understood, offered neither explanation nor information.
As they crossed the tan-bark, Mame Cross met them. She looked like a fashion-plate in a tailored gown and handsome hat.
"I've had permission to go down town," she said. "Do you want me to get anything for you?" The question was put to Sara.