"But at least you can't allow her to suffer—"
"Oh, no, I shall do what I can toward peace. To-morrow morning, Keren can move in with Irene McCullough, and Patty and Conny and Priscilla go back to their old rooms in the West Wing. You, Mademoiselle, are somewhat inured—"
"I do not mind them together. They are just—what you say?—exhilarating. It is when they are spread out that it is difficult."
"You mean," Miss Lord stared—"that you are going to reward their disgraceful conduct? It is exactly what they have been working for."
"You must acknowledge," smiled the Dowager, "that they have worked hard. Perseverance deserves success."
The next morning, Patty and Conny and Priscilla, their arms running over with dresses and hats and sofa cushions, gaily two-stepped down the length of "Paradise Alley" while a relieved school assisted at the flitting. As they caught sight of Miss Lord hovering in the offing, they broke into the chorus of a popular school song:
| "We like to go to chapel |
| And listen to the preachers, |
| We are happy in our work, |
| And we dearly love our teachers. |
| Daughters of Saint Ur-su-la!" |