"Your First Class, your place, you know, in the Final Honors School, Lit. Hum., the biggest examination of the lot."
"Do I want it very much, my First?"
"Want it? I should just think you do want it!"
Milly stared at the fire for a minute, warming one foot before she spoke again. Then:
"How funny of me!" she observed, meditatively.
CHAPTER IV
Tims's programme happened to be full on the following day, so that it was half-past twelve before she knocked at Milly's door and was admitted. Milly stood in the middle of the room in an attitude of energy, with her small wardrobe lying about her on the floor in ignominious heaps.
"Tell me, Tims," said Milly, after the first inquiries, "are those positively all the clothes I possess?"