"Shall I make some tea?" asked Darrell, scooting out to the little kitchen. "NO," mumbled Alicia, pulling the pillow back over her head. "What?" said Darrell, flicking the switch on her kettle. How exciting to have her own electricity supply. She really was grown up! "Thank you, Darrell, yes, I'll have some tea," answered Alica. Darrell smiled to herself, and began to hum as she spooned leaves into the teapot mummy had bought for her from Woolworth's just yesterday afternoon. Darrell hugged hgerself with glee. She hoped Sally was having as much fun as she was, in Istanbul, working with orphaned babies. She suddenly felt a pang of love for her best friend, who, having decided at the last minute that studying at University was a total waste of time, had applied for a position as a worker for one of her mother's overseas charities. And what of Mary-Lou, at the Royal School of Nursing in London, of all places! Darrell knew that Mary-Lou would be having the time of her life, and wouldn't she look simply splendid in her starched uniform and jaunty white cap? Oh, it was all so thrilling to know that the world was just waiting for them to make their mark - yes, thought Darrell, tipping three spoons of sugar into Alicia's cup, even Alicia would succeed at something, surely! "Here we are," sang Darrell as she walked back into the room where Alicia had given in and surfaced. "I've got a lecture in an hour," said Darrell, "And so have you, actually." "Darrell, dear, I'm meeting Betty at eleven in the Union Bar. You can't expect me to go to lectures in the first week!" Darrell stared at Alicia in amazement. What could be more fun than going to their first lecture? "Don't tell me you've actually come to University to...Oh, good heavens! You HAVE! You came here to WORK! Oh, Darrell, you are a donkey!" said Alicia, taking a sip of her tea and burning her tongue. "Ow! Look, come with me to the Bar. Oh how PRICELESS!" Darrell rubbed her nose as she always did when faced with a difficult situation. "Come on," urged Alicia. "I'll stand you a Black Russian!" Darrell looked at her friend. Miss Oakes' voice echoed in her mind. "Ahhh, **** it," she said. "Bring on the Black Russians!"