CHAPTER XIII
THE ENGLISH TEACHER
"Aren't they awfully nice?" cried Sadie, as the three girl chums rushed about in a flurried effort to make themselves presentable for their first meal at Laurel Hall.
"Lovely! But for goodness' sake, which one of you girls has my brush and comb?" This from Nan as she looked frantically for something with which to smooth her ruffled fair hair.
"I'd suggest you look in your grip," said Jo dryly, and received a gloomy stare from her best friend.
"Idiot! Do you think I haven't?"
"Here it is." Sadie came pacifically into the breach, handing Nan her lost articles.
"Where did you get 'em?" grumbled Nan, in no mood to be pacified.
"On the bed, where you put them yourself," retorted Sadie. "You don't think I opened your old grip, do you?"
"Stop fighting!" This came from Jo as she dipped her face into a basin of clear cold water and came up sputtering and rosy. "We have about two minutes to get ready."