“So you really saw them at their funny home, Craigie Muir?” exclaimed Olive.
“Yes; I spent a week there,” said Fanny.
“And had a jolly good time, I guess?” cried Julia Bertram.
“Not such a very good time,” answered Fanny, “for Miss Vivian was ill, and we had to be very quiet.”
“Oh! don’t let’s bother about the time Fanny spent in that remote part of Scotland,” said Olive. “Do tell us about the girls themselves, Fan. It’s so unusual for any girls to come straight into the upper school, and also to put in an appearance in the middle of term. Are they very Scotch, to begin with?”
“No, hardly at all,” replied Fanny. “Miss Vivian only took the pretty little cottage in which they live a year ago.”
“I am glad they are not too Scotch,” remarked Susie; “they will get into our ways all the sooner if they are thoroughly English.”
“I don’t see that for a single moment,” remarked Olive. “For my part, I love Scotch lassies; and as to Irish colleens, they’re simply adorable.”
“Well, well, go on with your description, Fan,” exclaimed Julia.