"Isn't she sweet?"
This question they repeated one to another, as, in answer to the bell summoning them to morning prayers, they moved down the hall.
"So quick-witted and so unselfish!" said a second.
"And not a bit 'stuck up'!" declared a third.
And with their brains throbbing with new ideas, they went in to prayers. They glanced at one another and smiled, when Mrs. Foster announced the hymn,
Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the morning hour.
They every one meant to work.