“Seen the letter-slab, Margot? There’s a letter waiting there for you that you’re going to rejoice over or I miss my guess!” Con Maynard gave the younger of her triplet sisters a mischievous glance.
“Who’s it from? Is this a have?” Margot asked suspiciously.
“No have, my dear!” Con suddenly relented. “It’s from Australia——”
“Emmy at last!” Margot had swung round and was off like a shot for the entrance-hall where mail for the pupils of the Chalet School was always laid out. Con looked after her and laughed.
“What’s the joke?” asked a clear, fresh voice behind the middle one of the Chalet School triplets. “Is it a joke or merely the beginning of insanity?”
Con glanced round and laughed again. “Only that I saw a letter for Margot on the slab and when I told her it was there and where it came from, you couldn’t see her for dust. Poor old Margot! She still misses Emmy Hope badly!”