“Where?”
“I may go to boarding school.”
“Oh, how lovely!”
“It isn’t quite settled yet, and, Millie, you know, I’ve told you the very first.”
Millie looked slyly out of her hazel eyes. “Before Tom?” she asked archly.
“Yes. Before Tom.”
“Oh, I know, Glo,” and she squeezed the arm next her. “But I love to tease. Tom and you are such a jolly pair.”
“If I go I shall surely miss you both,” said Gloria, with a solemnity quite new and not exactly natural.
“As if we won’t miss you!” Millie’s tone was equally dramatic.
“Well, Millie, you know how long I have hoped for the chance and I am not perfectly positive it has arrived now. But my Aunt Lottie always promised to educate both me and my cousin Hazel. She, Aunt Lottie, was an invalid, you know, and was afraid to part with any of her money while she lived lest some turn in her ailment might mean very big expenditures. She was lovely, poor little Aunt Lottie!”