[THREE GIRL-CHUMS, AND THEIR LIFE IN LONDON ROOMS.]
By FLORENCE SOPHIE DAVSON.
CHAPTER VI.
AFFORDS SOME ENTERTAINMENT.
ere is a letter from Basil, Jennie,” said Marion, as they settled down to work after dinner. “It came the first thing this morning, but you went away without noticing it.”
“Thank you,” said Jennie, with great dignity, “I saw the letter quite well, but I know better than to open an epistle from a school-boy brother on the first of April before twelve o’clock. If he thinks he is going to play his tricks on me, he is vastly mistaken. You see I have waited until the witching hour of half-past seven, so the joke turns against himself now. I wonder the masters at Oundle don’t keep him better employed.”
Marion suggested that it was more than probable that this letter, if its contents were as Jane suggested, had not been submitted to the masters for their perusal. She added further that perhaps the weight of advancing years was having a sobering effect on his unruly spirits, and that possibly the letter was only an ordinary one after all.
“Open it, Jennie,” said Ada. “Brace yourself up for the effort, and don’t keep us any longer in suspense.”
So Jane opened it. The others watched her face, and laughed heartily as they saw her expression of triumphant indignation as she read her mischievous brother’s letter.