“And we’ll keep it up to the end of the term,” said Dorothy, decidedly.
“Oh, yes!” exclaimed Ned. “We’ll be ladylike, be it ever so painful.”
“It’s easy,” interposed Tavia, with a grin, “to be as polite as she is. Whatever is working on Olaine’s mind——”
“It must be something awful. Nothing less than murder,” declared Ned.
“And now it’s begun to rain again,” observed Cologne, gloomily.
“Just a mist,” quoth Dorothy.
“Well! we could have missed it without crying about it. Now we can’t go out at all,” said Tavia, inclined to be snappy.
She turned to the window again. While the others were gabbling inconsequently, she stared off across the campus, already turning green, to the break in the tree-line where a considerable stretch of road could be seen plainly.
“Oh! the poor little kid!” she suddenly said.
“What’s the matter now?” drawled Rose-Mary. “Is Sammy Bensell’s goat on the rampage?”