Miss Temple went and stood by the bureau; she tapped her fingers on its polished surface somewhat impatiently.
"They all make that sort of remark at first," she said; "they all call their rooms charming until they find out their defects."
"Whom do you mean by they?" asked Molly.
"The girls at St. Dorothy's. You belong to 'they.'"
"Do I?" said Molly. The color flooded her cheeks.
Miss Temple regarded her with a fixed and critical stare.
"I wish you would come here, just for a moment," she said. "Please stand so, facing the light."
"Why?" asked Molly.
"Won't you oblige me?"
"Yes, certainly; here I am. Now, what do you want?"