“Certainly, and it gives a better chance to the others. Now good-night, my dears.—Jessie, don’t forget, I hold you to your word.”
Jessie said nothing. A minute or two later they were out in the quadrangle. On this night the two schools met. In a minute’s time Kitty had rushed to Jessie’s side.
“Well, what did the old thing want?”
“Oh, I can’t tell you—I can’t tell you. Don’t ask me.”
“I can guess, though. You look very cross, Jessie.”
“If I am cross it’s because of you, Kitty.”
“What about me?”
“You know perfectly well what a rage I’m in, and you know the reason.”
“What is it?”
“I want you to be in the Upper School; why, it would be perfectly heavenly! And do you know?—it’s the final straw—they have put her into the room next to us, and you’d have got that room! Think of it, isn’t it dreadful?”