I have given my promise to Arline." "She won't tell even me," smiled Anne Pierson, who, with Grace, had carried her Christmas gifts to Miriam's and Elfreda's room, in answer to Elfreda's invitation to a tissue paper tea.

"Bring all your stuff," Elfreda directed.

"There will be plenty of paper and ribbon and twine and tea and cakes if I have time to go for them." Cheered with the prospect of tea and cakes, which were a certainty in spite of Elfreda's provisional promise, the two guests had come, their arms full of bundles.
"Well, if she won't tell _you_, the rest of us might as well save our breath," declared Elfreda.

"Never mind, we have only two more days to wait.

Oh, aren't you glad you're going home?
I have been homesick for the last three days.