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Very different
was little Betty Callender, round and rosy like an apple, with freckles on
her nose and bright blue eyes. She laughed a great deal and liked to agree
with everything that any one said.
"If you ask me," said Jane in her fascinating whisper, "there's a lot of
nonsense about this old Jubilee."
"Oh, do you think so?" said Joan.
"Yes. Old Victoria's been on the throne long enough, 'Tis time we had
somebody else."
Joan was very much shocked by this and said so.
"I don't think we ought to be governed by _old_ people," said Jane.
"Every one over seventy ought to be buried whether they wish it or no."
Joan laughed aloud.
"Of course they wouldn't wish it," she said.
Laughter came, now here, now there, from different parts of the room.
Every one was very gay from the triple sense that they were the elect of
Polchester, that they were doing important work, and that summer was
coming.
Jane D'Arcy tossed her head.
"Father says that perhaps he'll be taking us to London for it," she
whispered.
"I wouldn't go if any one offered me," said Joan.


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