"Same as mine will be when I've been here as long," added Miss
Sterling.

"Strange, when they have so much money, they don't give the ladies
nice things to wear," mused Polly. "Perhaps that is what makes
Mrs. Crump so cross-grained. Mrs. Albright isn't. She's sweet, I
think."

"She is a dear," Miss Sterling agreed. "But she's had enough
trouble to crush most women. I wonder sometimes if anything could
make her blue."

"Miss Crilly's cheerful," observed Polly. "I like her pretty well."

"She is kind-hearted. If only she weren't all gush and giggle!
She raves over everything, cathedral or apron trimming--it's all
the same to her."

Polly laughed. "She's rather pretty, I think."

"Too fat."

"No, you can't call her fat; only her bones don't show. I wish
Miss Castlevaine could thin up and show her bones just a little,
and I do feel sorry for her because she can't curl her hair. She'd
look a thousand per cent better with some little fluffs."

"Why don't you be sorry for me?"