Chapter Nine
“Speaking of whom,” Cassie said, jumping up to greet her friends.
“Whom?” Bee asked, coming into the room and giving Cynthia and Mr. Crome a small curtsey.
Gwendolyn followed her lead and looked expectantly at Cassie for her answer.
“You and your sister and Gwendolyn,” Cassie explained. “I was just telling Mr. Crome how I couldn’t have gotten through school without you.”
“Oh,” Bee nodded.
“Goodness, no!” Gwendolyn agreed. “She was just awful and hardly even tried in so many of the classes—deportment, music, water colors…”
“I’m not that bad in water colors,” Cassie protested.
“So long as you were painting roses, you were fine,” Gwendolyn agreed with a laugh.
“Ah, speaking of which, you were going to show me your garden, Miss Benton,” Mr. Crome said.
“Yes, I was.” Cass
