Francie Hall, trying to thread her boot with a lace that had lost its tag, looked up, smiled, and made room for her on the form.
"Cheery-ho, Ingred! How do you like our new diggings?
Some removal, this, isn't it?
I must say the place looks nice.

It's topping to be here at last.

By the by, I suppose you'll be getting in Rotherwood soon?
Or have you got already ?" Ingred was stooping to lace her shoe, so perhaps the position accounted for her stifled voice.
"We're not going back there." "Not going back!" Francie's tone was one of genuine amazement.

"Why, but you said it was being done up for you, and you'd be moving before the term started!" "Well, we're not, at any rate." "What a disappointment for you!" began Beatrice Jackson tactlessly, as several other girls who were standing near turned and joined the group.
"You always said you were just longing for Rotherwood." "Do the Red Cross want it again ?" queried Jess Howard.
"No, they don't; but we're not going to live there.

Where are we going to live?
At our bungalow on the moors, and I'm a weekly boarder at the hostel.