Sealed with a snow flake.
The boys read this nonsense with hearty laughter, and latching the gate behind them, they went off, leaving the place deserted.
“They are awfully jolly girls,” said Jack.
“Better than jolly,” added Geoffrey, thoughtfully.
“You're right, Geoff; miles better and miles more than jolly,” agreed Hugh. “None like'em in Brunswick.”
“Or in Portland.”
“Or in Bath.”
“Or in Augusta.”
And with this outburst of respectful admiration the lads passed out of view.
The setting sun shone rosily in at the piazza window that afternoon, but fell blankly against a gray curtain, instead of smiling into six laughing faces as before.