“We’re terribly busy, kids,” Virginia said, “What do you want?”
“Just to look at your room. Isn’t it pretty, Kit? This is Kit Craig, Ginny.”
“Hope you’ll like it here,” she said. “I’m from the East, too, only not so far as you are, but we think Pennsylvania’s east, out here. How do you like the color scheme?”
Kit liked it and said so emphatically. The room was in aqua and coral. The chairs were slipcovered in a coral print on an aqua background and the walls were grey. Kit was invited to sit down on one of the beds.
“I wish I stayed here all the time,” Kit exclaimed. “You miss the fun, being a day student, don’t you?”
“Never mind,” Virginia told her, “we’ll have some special celebrations all for you. Now clear out, kids, because I’ve got a deadline to make.”
“Ginny’s editor of the Spirit,” Peg said. “Do you have any journalistic ability, Kit?”
“I’ve been told I write pretty well, but I never did anything in the newspaper line.”
“I think she should have stayed out, she doesn’t belong here,” one of the other girls was saying in another part of the room. “None of that family has ever amounted to anything, except in the fishing industry—”
But Kit overheard this and interrupted point-blank. She was sitting up very straight on the bed, with a certain expression around her mouth, and a very steady look in her eyes.