A smile of triumph flashed from Cleo's greenish eyes as she watched her swiftly cross the hall toward the stairs.
"I'll win!" she exclaimed softly.
Helen turned sharply.
"Did you speak to me?" she asked blushing.
"No. I was just thinking aloud."
"Excuse me, I thought you said something to me—"
"It would have been something very nice if I had," Cleo said with a friendly smile.
"Thank you—oh, I feel that I'm going to be so happy here!"
"I hope so."
"When do you think the major will come?"