"Saturday. We might have met before, only really there are so many girls in the house, and the Matron arranges a full programme for us each day. Where are you staying, Mr. Hartley?"
Paul turned more directly to Edith, who had scarcely spoken. "What luck!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.
Edith glanced cautiously at her sister, who was talking now animatedly to Dick. "Paul, isn't it?" she said. "And I do want to see you so much."
"We must fix up something. What are you doing this afternoon?"
"We're all going for a picnic on the lake."
"Then we'll come too."
She laughed. "You can't, you know. Unless you come and be introduced to Matron and she invites you. And that she won't do unless you please her immensely—which I fear is not likely."
"Oh, I say—why ever not?"
The girl flushed, and laughed again.
"Why?" cried the intrigued Paul.