“I don’t mean physical cold,” said Betty, half-laughing as she spoke.
“I begin to like school,” said Hetty. “Lessons aren’t really a bit hard.”
“I think school is very stimulating,” said Sylvia. “The teachers are all so kind, and we are making friends by degrees. The only thing that Hetty and I don’t like is this, Bet, that we see so very little of you.”
“Although I see little of you I never forget you,” was Betty’s answer.
“And then,” continued Sylvia, “we sleep in the same room, which is a great blessing. That is something to be thankful for.”
“And perhaps,” said Betty, “we’ll see more of each other in the future.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing—nothing.”
“Betty, you are growing very mysterious.”