t. Bride's," remarked
Dorothy Arkwright, who resented Flossie's removal to St. Chad's.

"She hasn't had an opportunity. She only came to school last Christmas,
and it wasn't the tennis season. Wait till you see her serve!"

"Miss Young will have to be judge, not I," replied Dorothy coldly.

"Flossie is in your bedroom, Dorothy," announced Claudia. "She has the
cubicle near the fireplace."

"If you're sleeping in the bed next to mine," said Flossie, eyeing
Dorothy across the table with a rather patronizing air, "I sincerely
hope you don't snore."

"Of course not!" responded Dorothy, in some indignation.

"At St. Bride's," continued Flossie, "one of my room-mates snored
atrociously. I used to have to get up and shake her, and pull the
pillow from under her head, before I could go to sleep."

"You'd better not try that on with me!"

"I would, in a minute, if you kept me awake."

"It is a shame she's not in our room," interposed Edith. "We've asked
Miss Maitland to let her change with Geraldine Saunders, and I think
perhaps she may. We want Flossie all to ourselves; I do hope she'll let
us!"

"So do I!" retorted Dorothy feelingly. "The Hammond-Smiths are welcome
to their cousin, so far as I'm concerned," she whispered to Chatty
Burns; "I don't like her. She's trying to show off. Edith and Claudia
are making far too much fuss over her."

"They always gush," commented Chatty. "Still, I dare say Flossie will
need taking down a little."

"It would do her all the good in the world," replied Dorothy. Then,
turning to the Hammond-Smiths, she remarked aloud: "There's a new girl
here who may be just as good as your cousin, for anything we know.
Honor Fitzgerald, do you play tennis?"

"I can play, but how you'll like it is another story," answered Honor.
"We two," nodding at Flossie, "had better try a set by ourselves, and
then you can choose the winner."

"I'm sure I don't care about it, thank you." Flossie's tone was
supercilious.

"All right! We don't force ourselves where we're not wanted in my part
of the world."

"Is that Ireland? Then I suppose your name is Biddy?"

"Certainly not!"

"I thought all Irish girls were called Biddy; are you sure you're not?"

"My name is Honor Fitzgerald."

"Really! I'm astonished it isn't Mulligan, or O'Grady."

The Hammond-Smiths giggled, and poked Effie and Blanche Lawson.

"Isn't Flossie funny?" they whispered delightedly.

"I think she's very rude," observed Doro