"Oh, what do you think?" cried Jane.
"Yes, what?" echoed Estella, dancing up and down.
"I think she is a fairy princess in disguise," said Jane, nodding her golden head.
"I think she is a grouch," said a stout girl at the table, turning suddenly.
"Why, Mabel, you positively must not say a thing like that!" said the little Captain in a shocked tone. "She is shy, and it is a good deal to come and meet so many girls at one time."
"Do let us tell you what happened!" begged Estella. "We followed her out into the cloak-room, and she put on the best looking hat and Jane commenced to look for a cloak that might be hers. But I was watching her, and she put her hand inside her blouse, and brought out a little handful of stuff and shook it out, and oh dear, oh dear, you never, never saw anything so wonderful!"
"It was a big scarf of silk or chiffon or crepe. Something soft and cobwebby and heavy all at the same time. She wound it around her, and Estella stuttered, 'Won't you freeze in that?'"
"She said, 'My cloak is in the hall,' and we followed her down to the door, and there—"
"Standing against the wall," broke in Estella—
"Like a graven image," interrupted Jane—