“Ned Ebony—yes, ma’am! And there’s Cologne. Oh, bully! everybody’s here. This way, girls!” cried Tavia as the car passed a group of merry-faced girls of about their own age. “I hope you’ve all got chairs in this car.”
And, by good fortune, they had! Within the next few moments nearly a dozen of the pupils of Glenwood School had joined the chums—and all of these newcomers, as well as Dorothy and Tavia, belonged to the class that would graduate from the famous old school the coming June.
“Tell us all about New York—do!” cried Ned Ebony, otherwise Edna Black.
“And Miss Mingle!” urged Rose-Mary, whom the other girls called “Cologne” most of the time. “Is she coming back to Glenwood School to teach music?”
“Poor little Mingle has had a hard time,” Dorothy said. “But she is coming back to us—and we must treat her nicely, girls.”
“Oh, we must!” added Tavia. “Better than I treated her feather-bed.”
The girls all laughed at that, for it had been Tavia’s last prank at Glenwood to shower little Miss Mingle with the feathers from her own special tick.
“But about New York,” urged one of the other girls who had never been to the metropolis. “We’re just dying to know something about it, Doro.”
“And if it is as wicked as they say it is,” cried another.
“And as nice,” urged Ned Ebony.