wardrobe? I'd take off those
doors and hang lovely velvety curtains in front and make a bookcase out of
it."

"Will you gaze upon her Chinese tea cupboard," exclaimed Norma, standing
before the high black box, with one middle shelf, and little green and
gold curtains hung before the tea set. "Where did you purloin that, Peg?"

"Peter gave it to me for fifty cents. It used to be a dumb waiter, and I
painted it black myself. Isn't it beautiful? Have you seen Charity's room?
Wait." Peggy darted out of her door and across the hall. On the door
opposite a card bore the legend in large black letters:

"KEEP OUT."
"STUDY HOUR."

"That's perfectly ridiculous," she said, tapping just the same. "Nobody's
studying to-day. Let us in, Charity."

A sound of scraping over the floor, and muffled giggles came to the
waiting ones in the hall, then the door was thrown wide, and Kit caught
her first glimpse of Charity Parks, the best loved girl at Hope. She was
about seventeen, but a short, roly-poly type, with curly rumpled hair and
gray eyes that never seemed to keep from mirth. There were five other
girls with her, and spread over the couch, chairs, and table were writing
material and papers.

"We're frightfully busy, girls," Charity said, discouragingly. "What do
you want?"

"Just to look at your room. Isn't it inspiring, Kit? This is Kit Robbins,
Charity."

"Hope you'll like it at Hope." Charity gave Kit her hand with a warm grip.
"I'm from the east, too, only not so far as you are, but we think
Pennsylvania's east, out here. How do you like the decoration?"

Kit liked it, and said so emphatically. The room was in Chinese blue and
black, tea table, chiffonier and two chairs painted a dull black, and the
walls tinted a soft deep gray blue.

"I hunted all over Chicago for Chinese things, and I found a few. Isn't
this a celestial rose jar? I think it's big enough for a pot of basil. Who
was the gentle poet that sang of the lady who buried her fond lover's head
in a flower pot and watered it with her tears?"

"Bet you use it for orange punch before the year is up," Peggy laughed.
"Oh, Kit, she makes wonderful fruit punch. Each guest brings her own
favorite fruit, then Charity mashes them all together and it's delicious."

"I wish I stayed here all the time," Kit exclaimed. "You miss the fun,
being a day student, don't you?"

"Never mind, child," Charity told her consolingly, "we will have some
special daylight cel