("It's all right. Her lights are out. Lovey's too.")
"Well, I won't have a cold bath, to please Lovey or anybody else!"
Nor did Louie want one. She had risen. She moved to the window that looked out over the courtyard yew—the window from which watch was kept to see when Miss Harriet and Mrs. Lovenant-Smith retired—and yawned. In the middle of her yawn she suddenly laughed again.
"Good gracious!" she thought. It was too amusing.
Suddenly Richenda Earle, who also was standing by the window, spoke to her. Evidently Richenda did not think she had been fairly treated by the meeting.
"Do you think they ought to ask me to?" she complained.
Louie turned.
"To ask you to what?"
"To complain to Miss Harriet—me, the only Scholarship girl."
Louie shrugged her shoulders disdainfully. "Oh, they won't complain to Miss Harriet!"