"Are you sleepy, Jocelyn? Or would you like me to come in and talk?" she asked.
"Oh, do come in--I'm fearfully tired of bed," Joey burst out--"that is, if you don't want to be dancing?"
Gabrielle shut the door, and felt her way over to the one occupied bed.
Somebody rushed at the door, turned the handle violently, and dashed in.
"Hullo, Jocelyn, ready for some company?" demanded a cheerful and familiar voice.
Gabrielle switched on the light, and she and Noreen O'Hara looked at one another.
"Oh--you've come to sit with Jocelyn, have you?" Noreen said. "Then I'd better clear out."
"Look here, why shouldn't we both stay?" suggested Gabrielle.
"Don't know why we shouldn't," Noreen agreed. "Mind, Jocelyn?"
"Only, there's one thing I want to say to you which Gabrielle can't hear--it isn't my secret," Noreen explained hurriedly.
"No--stick your fingers in your ears a sec, if you don't mind."
Noreen plumped down on Joey's bed. "It's this--Syb and Barbara asked me to tell you they're sorry they were such beasts to you last night--and they think you a sport not to have let on to Ingrid."
"Then I shan't be able to say the utterly hateful things I'd thought of for to-night," Joey murmured regretfully. "But I _was_ a pig about the bath-water, wasn't I?"
"Then that's all right and square. Please tell them I'm sorry I took it all."
"Have you finished?" asked Gabrielle tragically. "It's giving me a pain in both my arms to keep them up so long."
Noreen pulled her arms down. "It's all right. We've only been settling to be friends in this dorm. After all, it _is_ a decent dorm; it was a pity to fight in it."
"It's got the best places for photos of any," Gabrielle said, walking round, and looking at Joey's collection in a very friendly way. "May I take them down and look? I say, what a darling little thing in socks. Is he your brother?"
"Yes--he's Bingo--his proper name is Bevil, but of course we couldn't call him a thing like that, poor kid," Joey explained, quite cheerfully. "He is pretty, isn't he? An artist came along and painted him last year--and he was in the Academy. He did him hugging a German helmet Father brought back--and just in his everyday things, so Bingo was pleased. He was looking up as if someone out of the picture was telling him something he wasn't going to lose a word of. The artist put some Latin under the picture--it meant 'Our fathers have told us.'"