h trinkets as are
inconceivably dear to the heart of every schoolgirl.

How differently her division of the room was decorated! Tavia had
actually drawn a line--clothes line--straight across the room, marking
out the territory of each. Dorothy had put up pictures, birds' nests,
flags and the home colors, while Tavia had revelled in collapsed
footballs, moth-eaten slouch hats, shot through and through, and
marked with all sorts of labels, of the college lad variety. Then she
had a broken bicycle wheel, in and out of which were laced her hair
ribbons and neckties, this contrivance being resorted to in order to
save the junk from the regulation pile--it being thus marked as a
useful article. There were pictures, too, on Tavia's side of the room,
but how they got there one could never guess from a birds-eye
view--for the hanging indicated a sudden storm on "art day," without
paper-weights. This same blow included the mottoes, and wise sayings;
trophies of certain victories in the way of narrow escapes from
dismissals, or such mementos as suspicious games outside the school
grounds.

"No wonder Tavia wants help," thought Dorothy, as she hurried to get
her own things safely put in the box that stood ready. "I declare, she
has the queerest taste--if such things are included in the taste
faculty."

A shuffle and hum at the portal indicated the arrival of Tavia's
guests.

"Enter!" called Tavia, as she threw open the door, "and with the kind
permission of the fair hostess, proceed to drag. 'Drag if you must
this good old bed, but spare my sister's rags, she said,'" and she
deliberately kicked Dorothy's box across the room, while Edna, or Ned,
proceeded to "shoot up" everything she could reach or at which she
could lunge. Cologne, being Dorothy's friend, did the same thing on
Tavia's side, Molly Richards, known as Dick, was not particular on
which side she dragged, just so long as she got a hold on something.

"Oh, girls, do be careful!" pleaded Dorothy. "I have a tea set here I
am so fond of--"

But the warning came too late, for at that very moment Ned had thrown
a picture, frame and all, into the box that Dorothy had started to
pack the tea set in. There was a crash, and even the reckless girls
paused, for the sound of broken china is as abhorrent to any girl as
is the bell for class to the Glenwoods.

Tavia dropped the pop gun she had been holding. "Doro, I am so sorry,"
she said. "I know you valued that set so highl