"We'll talk when we get outside school.

Don't stop for a minute.

If Miss Thompson notices that we are gone, she'll send after us." The girls silently donned their wraps and fled from the building like fugitives from justice.

Once on the street a lively confab ensued, all talking at once.
"Let's take turns talking," cried Grace, laughing.

"We shall understand each other a little better." "Now, what do you think of Miss Eleanor ?" cried Nora.