"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.'" Noreen had been staring open-mouthed all through the narrative. [Illustration: "HAVE YOU FINISHED?" ASKED GABRIELLE] "But--but--you _said_ that the kid was the gravedigger's youngest," she broke out. "So I did," Joey agreed calmly. "And he isn't?" "Did you suppose all the having on was going to be upon one side?" Joey inquired succinctly. "Besides I thought you'd all like it better that way." "Then isn't the big one the butcher's boy?" "No, he's my brother Gavin." Noreen became rather red. "I say, did you happen to hear what we said--in the train?" she stammered. "About the village school, and letting down Redlands by my coming?" Joey answered. "Yes, I did. I couldn't help it, you did talk so fearfully loud," she added. "We didn't mean you to hear," Noreen said miserably. Joey grinned. "It doesn't matter if I did. _I_ don't care. It was a very jolly village school." "I'm sure it must have been," Noreen said heartily. "Look here," interrupted Gabrielle. "What on earth does it matter what sort of school Jocelyn went to? It was pretty poor in Redlanders even to talk as if it mattered." "It was," owned Noreen, with a meekness that surprised Joey, considering that she was quite half a head taller than Gabrielle. "But Noreen started being awfully decent to me last night, when she still thought all my photos were--what I said they were," Joey chimed in, in a hurry. "So _I_ don't mind. We went to the village school because Father died in the war, you know, and Mums is frightfully poor; and if the other Redlanders don't like it--well, they needn't! But I'm glad to be friends with Blue Dorm--at least not enemies, you know--that sort of friends." "I want you to be real friends, Jocelyn--the proper kind, if you'll be it with me as well as Gabrielle," Noreen explained in a hurry. "I wanted to last night."