“What’s the matter with Jenny-Wren?” Joy asked.
“Nothing, so far as I know. She was all right ten minutes ago. Why, Joy?”
“I saw her just now and she looked gloomy, to put it mildly. Here she comes, to tell you all about it.”
The crowning of the May Queen was over. Beatrice, the new queen of the Hamlet Club, was displaying her gaudy train of striped red, green and yellow, and showing how it matched her bunch of tulips. The elder Queens were strolling about the school hall, talking with friends. Joy, the Fourth Queen, wore a bright green robe, a vivid contrast to her dark red hair, which was coiled over her ears under a crown of young beech leaves. Joan, the Fifth Queen, wore violet, with a wreath of white and blue, and her hair of the same beautiful red made a crown round her head. Joan and Joy, the Abbey girls, were cousins, but were as much alike as if they had been twins; as, indeed, their fathers had been.