You always smile at the last minute as though you were going to a picnic." "'Tis only to hide my sorrow, my child," returned Hippy lugubriously.
"Would'st have the whole town look upon my tears and jeer, 'cry baby' ?" "That's a very good excuse," sniffed Nora.
"Not an excuse," corrected Hippy, "but a cloak to hide my real feelings." "That will do, Hippopotamus," cut in David decisively.

"We don't wish to hear the whys and wherefores of your feelings.

If we stayed to listen to them we would be here on this very spot when our train leaves to-morrow morning." "Wait until we come back for Easter, Hippy, then if you begin the first day you're home you'll finish before we go back to college," suggested Grace.
"That's a good idea," declared Hippy joyfully.

"I shall remember it, and look forward to the Easter vacation." "I shan't come home for Easter, then," decided Nora mercilessly.
"Then I shan't look forward to anything," replied Hippy with such earnestness that even scornful Nora forgot to retort sharply.
"We all hope to be together again at Easter," said Grace, looking affectionately from one to the other of the little group.

"Remember, every one, your good resolution about letters." "We'll talk about that in the morning," laughed Reddy, who abhorred letter writing.
"You mean you'll forget about it," said Jessica significantly.
"We all have our faults," mourned Hippy.