human
Annabel! Annabel! Sue! For goodness' sake, get up! It's seven-thirty this minute. I hear the girls now, going to breakfast. How am I ever to get into my own room for my clothes? Oh, I never should have stayed here last night--I knew that I shouldn't all the time.
gpt
Don't get so excited, Blue Bonnet. It's no killing matter to be late to breakfast. You'll only get a mark in the 'Doomsday Book;' and thank your lucky stars the girls _are_ going down to breakfast. When they're all gone you can slip out easily.
human
Yes--but oh, my Emerson!
gpt
Emerson isn't a patching to a Latin exam!
human
And the two couldn't match up with a Physics test! Annabel groaned, putting on her clothes with eager haste.
gpt
I have a vision of the mark I'll get!
human
Coast's clear, she announced.
gpt
Shoo--both of you.
human
Sixes,