Juniors are due now at netball practice, and any seniors who want the tennis courts----" But Rachel's sentence went unfinished for her listeners were tired of sitting still, and the second they found themselves dismissed had jumped up and fled from the room.
"Now that that ordeal's over I guess you may smooth out the kinks in your forehead, honey!" said a serene voice at Irene's elbow.
Turning quickly she saw the short girl who had braved Rachel's possible wrath and had offered her coffee on her arrival.

It was a pleasant face that gazed into hers, not exactly beautiful, but with a charm that eclipsed all mere ordinary prettiness; the sparkling gray eyes were dark-fringed, the cheeks were like wild roses under their freckles, the tip-tilted little nose held an element of audacious sauciness, and dimples lay at the corners of the wide, smiling mouth.
"I'm Priscilla Proctor, called Peachy for short.

Oh, yes, I knew all about you beforehand, although you happen to be the newest girl.

Dad wrote me a whole page--wonderful for him!--and said he'd stayed at your house in London, and I was to tack myself on to you and show you round, and see you didn't fret and all the rest of it.

Are you wanting a crony, temporary or otherwise?
Then here I am at your service.