“Oh! do look out of the window; here’s a balcony,” cried Hermione. “Let us go out on it when we have had supper.”
She pushed back the curtains, opened the window, and the next minute she was standing on the little balcony looking down into the crowded street.
“Oh! and that house opposite; we can see right into its rooms. What fun! What fun! I do call this life!” cried the girl.
“We had better go and unlock our trunks; remember we are at school,” I said.
“How unlike you, Dumps, to think of anything sensible!” was Hermione’s remark.
We went into our rooms.
“I am going to ring the bell for Justine,” said Hermione.
She did so, and a very pretty girl dressed in French style appeared. She could not speak English, but our home-made French was sufficient for the occasion. We managed to convey to her what we wanted, and she supplied us with hot water, took our keys, and immediately began to unpack our trunks and to put away our belongings.
“You shall have the room next to the sitting-room,” I said to Hermione.
“Very well,” she answered.