Clare was pacing up and down the corridor and turned and looked at Sheila suspiciously.“What are you doing here so soon?” she demanded sharply. “I thought you and Alan would be having a nice little chat with me out of the way.”“He thinks women are the very devil and he hates the sight of the pair of us.” Sheila was too despondent to fence with Clare.The other girl stared at her in disbelief at first and then an unwilling smile dawned. “As long as it’s both of us I don’t mind so much,” she admitted frankly. She yawned. “I suppose we might as well go to bed while the getting’s good. By the way, did Matron mention to you that you would be having next weekend off, if you want to go to Vancouver or anything?”Sheila shook her head. “No, she didn’t mention it. There are some cousins of Mother’s living in Vancouver. I could look them up.”Clare yawned again. “Sounds deadly dull, honey, but maybe you care for that sort of thing ... not me. Give me the bright lights every time.
