In that cosy little room, and with those two new friends, it did not seem so absolutely impossible; but when Kitty's thoughts flew to Miss Pidsley, the bare, unhomelike room downstairs, and the dreary road outside, her mind began to waver, and she felt anything but hopeful.
"I _am_ so glad to be back," sighed Pamela, with genuine pleasure.
She was not exaggerating in the least--even Kitty could see that.
"But," she added, "if you have a nice home and people to leave, it must be awfully hard.

I expect it is what I feel at the end of term when I have to leave here." "Oh, it is much worse than that; it must be," gasped Kitty, her astonishment overcoming her shyness.

"But you are laughing.

You really love going home, of course ?" "No, I don't.

I am miserable.