Miss Reade had finished giving music lessons and was going home in a few days.

Cecily and Felicity were in despair over this and mourned as those without comfort.

But the Story Girl, who had been even more devoted to Miss Reade than either of them, had not, as I noticed, expressed any regret and seemed to be very cheerful over the whole matter.
"Why can't you tell it now ?" asked Felicity.
"Because the evening is the nicest time to tell things in.

I only mentioned it now so that you would have something interesting to look forward to all day." "Is it about Miss Reade ?" asked Cecily.
"Never mind." "I'll bet she's going to be married," I exclaimed, remembering the ring.
"Is she ?" cried Felicity and Cecily together.
The Story Girl threw an annoyed glance at me.

She did not like to have her dramatic announcements forestalled.
"I don't say that it is about Miss Reade or that it isn't.