rna. One of my best chums. Yes, that costume suits her. I want
to bring her to speak to Mother. Yes, Lorna, you _must_ come. I simply
shan't let you run away. Mummie darling, this is Lorna. We room
together, you know."

Lorna, dragged forward much against her will to be introduced, stood
shy and blushing, but her heightened color and evident confusion added
to her attraction, and several heads were turned to glance at her among
the guests in that quarter of the room. It was not until this occasion
of the carnival that any one at the Villa Camellia had recognized Lorna
as a budding beauty.

"You ought always to wear yellow," Peachy said to her afterwards. "It's
quite your color. By the by, who chooses your clothes for you?"

"Miss Rodgers generally takes me to Naples and buys them."

"She's no taste. Her ideas run to a gym suit and a school panama and
nothing beyond. I'll give you a tip. Next time you need an evening dress
or a Sunday jumper, engineer it so Miss Morley does the shopping. She'll
get you something pretty, I'll guarantee. She chose that blue _crepe de
chine_ for Delia. Don't forget. And don't look so fearfully surprised.
If you haven't thought about your clothes before it's time you did. My
dear, you'll pay dressing. Come close and I'll whisper to you: some of
those Stars are just too jealous of you for words. I'm tickled to bits."

CHAPTER XI

Up Vesuvius

On a certain day towards the end of March, Miss Morley, who usually
acted as cicerone and general guide, arranged to take a select little
party up Vesuvius. Irene, Lorna, Peachy, and Delia were among the
favored few, and congratulated themselves exceedingly. It is certainly
not an every-day occurrence for schoolgirls to view a volcano, and this
particular excursion, being long and difficult, was kept as a special
treat, and was regarded as the titbit of the various expeditions from
the Villa Camellia. Many of the girls had, of course, made it on former
occasions, but to those whom Miss Morley was escorting to-day it was all
new.

"I was to have gone last autumn," confided Peachy, "but the fact is I
got into a little fix with Miss Rodgers, and she started on the rampage
and canceled my exeat. I cried till I was simply a sopping sponge, but
she was a perfect crab that day. Lorna, weren't you to have gone too
once before?"

"Yes, and got toothache. Just like my luck. There the others were
starting off, and I was sitting by the stove with