Lucy colored and nodded. "You don't really think so?" she said.
"I am certain of it," responded Star. "That is what will happen unless we take care. Oh, don't you be frightened, my love," she continued, patting Christian with a sort of affectionate condescension, on the arm. "Lucy and I and——"
"Angela Goring," suddenly burst from Lucy's lips.
"Good, Lucy—capital! Lucy, Angel Goring, and I—— We must have one more, Lucy. Jane Price."
"Oh, why Jane Price?" said Lucy.
"Because she's just admirable. She's so stolid, you know, and so matter-of-fact, and so intensely sensible. We don't want all the flyaway girls of the school."
"I'm not flyaway, I'm sure," said Lucy.
"Except when you follow the erratic movements of the Star," replied Star, her eyes twinkling.
"You do lead us, and you know it, Star," said Lucy. "But, there! Angela will do nicely."