xed her round china-blue eyes on
Anne, and waited for her to speak.

Anne opened her mouth and then shut it again. She did not know what to
say. The blue-aproned girl caught sight of the trunk.

"Oh, you're a new one!" she exclaimed.

She was so positive that Anne did not like to disagree with her. "I--I
reckon I'm newer than I'm old," she said politely.

The girl grinned. "You come to stay, ain't you? That your trunk?"

"Yes," stammered Anne. "Mr. Patterson says--there's a lady here--"

"You want to see Miss Farlow. She's the superintendent," explained the
girl, still grinning. "Just you wait in the office till she comes from
supper--" and she opened a door on the right. "My! didn't that cabman
leave a lot of mud on the steps?--and tracks on the porch? Mollie'll
have to scrub it again. She'll be so mad!"

The next day there was a new pair of overshoes on the rack, and instead
of twenty-six, there were twenty-seven broad-brimmed, blue-ribboned
hats.

After all, Anne was not unhappy in her new surroundings. She missed
cheery Miss Drayton and mischievous Pat, of course, but they seemed so
far away from the sober life of the institution that she accepted
without wonder the fact that she heard nothing from either of them. The
past year was like a dream. Anne felt sometimes as if she had been at
the 'Home' forever and forever. She soon solved, to her own satisfaction
and Honey-Sweet's, the meaning of the name 'Home for Girls.' "It's one
of the words that means it isn't the thing it says," she explained.
"Like butterfly. That isn't a fly and it doesn't make butter. And 'Home
for Girls' means that it isn't a home at all, but a schooly,
outside-sort-of place."

The girls lacked mothering, it is true, but they were governed kindly
though strictly. The simple fare was wholesome and the daily round of
work, study, and exercise brought the children to it with healthy
appetites. It being vacation time, the schoolroom was closed. But each
girl had household tasks, which she was required to perform with
accuracy, neatness, and despatch.

"The world is full of dawdlers and half-doers," said Miss Farlow,
wisely. "Their ranks are crowded. But there is always good work and good
pay for those who have the habit of doing work well--be it baking
puddings or writing Greek grammars. I want my girls to form the habit of
well-doing."

Anne always listened with respect to Miss Farlow. She was one of the
grown-ups that it seemed must