Dorothy smiled. Katie meant the youngest Bit.
"Well ... I'm afraid he's in our room, you see ...," she said.
Katie had been thinking of The Witan. She coloured a little.
"Sorry," she murmured; and then she broke out emphatically.
"I like coming to see you, Dorothy. I don't feel so—such a fool when I'm with you.... And do tell me where you got that frock, and how much it was; I must have another one as soon as I can raise the money! I do wish I could make what Britomart Belchamber makes! Two-twenty a year! Think of that!... But of course Prince Eadmond teachers do come expensive——"
More and more it was coming to seem to Dorothy that the whole thing was terrifically expensive.