"Then if
you're very good, you may get up and dress in time for dinner."
"I'll be good, Mrs. Churchill," promised Evelyn, smiling rather faintly.
She fell asleep almost before the door closed.
"You must feel a load off your shoulders," Just observed to Jeff, as the
two made ready for slumber for the brief time remaining before breakfast
and the school and college work which would then claim them both.
"I do. But if Evelyn comes out all right I shall be glad I took her. I
tell you that girl's a mighty good sort."
"I wish Lucy was like her. What do you think I'm in for? Our class
reception is for Friday night, at the head-master's house. Doctor
Agnew's daughters have met Lucy, and I'm sure she gave 'em a hint to
invite her to come with me. Anyhow, they've done it, and of course I've
got to take her."
"Oh, well, a fellow has to be civil to a lot of girls he doesn't
particularly admire. Lucy's not so bad. She's rather pretty--when she's
feeling amiable--and she certainly dresses well."
Jeff's assertion in the matter of Lucy's appearance was proved true.
When Just, on Friday evening, marched across to the other house,
inwardly raging at his fate, he had an agreeable surprise.
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