On her way there, a serious case of coat envy happened. Olive and Jo, out for a walk, stopped in amazement. Caroline's coat matched no other to be seen in Greconville! They stood silently, eyeing each other like suspicious dogs. Jo was the first one to speak. "I love your coat," she said,"Wherever did you get it from?" Caroline, on the other hand, was filled with desire for lovely knee socks like theirs - at the Convent they had to wear grey stockings and no-one had thought to change that since she had left so ignominiously.