Iâm not out in Hollywood much. Mummy knows them, and she likes them.â
âThat isnât what we mean,â said Brookie. âWe mean, what are they like to talk to and do they drink a lot or throw temperament or anything, and is there any gossip you know about them?â
âIn the first place I donât know, because my mother talks about their ability and their work and things like that, and in the second place even if I did know I wouldnât mutter cheap gossip about them.â
The two girls were silent, and Courtney saw that she had not started out very well.
âYou neednât get so superior,â Sue said.
âWell, anyhow . . .â Brookie said.
âHey, itâs four oâclock, and Iâve got to wash my hair before study hall,â Sue said.
âYouâre lucky to be on the honor roll so you can study in your room,â Brookie said weakly to Courtney.
âIâve . . . Iâm sorry I canât stay,â said Courtney, âbut Iâve got a lot of studying and Iâd better get at it.â
âCome up more often,â said Brooks. It was a remark that is never made to a friend.
âYes, donât hide in that room of yours so much studying,â Sue said.
âThanks for the orange,â Courtney said, and left.
When she got to her own room she flopped on the bed.
âDid you see Alberts and Clarke the way I suggested?â
âYes, I saw them.â
âHow did it go?â
âIt was a fiasco!â Courtney laughed at herself. âThe first thing they did was ask me about all this crappy gossip, and I blew up the way I always do when people ask me that. And then I left. They gave me an orange.â
Janet sighed. âHave a banana.â
âJanet, sweetie, youâre an idiot.â
They laughed and split a banana and when Janet left for study hall, Courtney stared at the ceiling again and fell asleep, although she wasnât tired.
Chapter 3
D r. Reismannâs office was heavy and pine-paneled, and its manliness made Courtney immediately comfortable. The idea that she was there to talk about herself pleased her, despite the fact that Mrs. Forrest had insisted on being present. Housemothers were so zealous in their intrusion of their studentsâ privacy. The doctor, a short and scholarly-looking German, who, Sondra Farrell had told Mrs. Forrest, was one of the best diagnosticians in the New York area, leaned back in his upholstered chair and looked at Courtney.
âWell, Courtney, you are a very healthy young woman. I can find nothing wrong with you but a very slight anemia, which is common at your age. Let me see, youâre fifteen, arenât you?â
âYes. You mean that you donât know why Iâm tired all the time, either?â
âThere is nothing physically wrong with you. Tell me, youâre on the hockey team at Scaisbrooke, arenât you?â
âYes, Iâm on the junior team.â
âYou must have to train a great deal. Does that tire you?â
âNo more than it tires the other girls. Iâm most tired in the mornings when I wake up.â
âHow much sleep do you get?â
âAbout ten hours a night.â
âI see. What do you do right after you wake up?â
âI make my bed and straighten the room for inspection, then I have breakfast, then we have to walk around the quadrangle after breakfast, then we have inspection of our uniforms, then we go to chapel, then there are about ten minutes before the first class.â
âYouâre busy in the mornings.â
âMmm-hmm.â This was dull. âI get awfully tired in the afternoons, when we have some free time,â she added.
The doctor was looking over his sheet of paper.
âYour parents are divorced,â he commented.
âYes, when I was about ten,â she said. This was more interesting.
âDo you see much of