robe. Put on one of your wool gowns for the evening, and come to
Assembly Hall. We are to have a lecture and concert, beginning at
eight. Punctual attendance required."

"She acts and looks as if we had done something dreadful, but I can't
guess what," said Dorothy, perplexed.

"Lucky for you that you can't! Your ignorance of school rules may save
you this time, but it can't save me. One of the hardest things about
it is, that you and I will be prohibited each other's 'society' for
nobody knows how long. I'm a wild black sheep, who's led a little
lamb--that's you--astray. It was fun--_was_ fun, mind you, but--but
it's all over for Winifred!"

"Win, you darling, what do you mean?" demanded Dolly, throwing her
arms about her new friend's neck in great distress.

"I mean exactly what I say. I'm an old offender, I've been there
before and ought to know better. I did like you so! Well, never mind!
The milk is spilled and no use crying about it!"

Dorothy was surprised to see tears suddenly fill Winifred's eyes and
to feel her clinging arms gently loosened. Under all her affected
indifference, the girl was evidently suffering, but as evidently
resented having sympathy shown her; so the new pupil made no further
comment, but asked:

"Do we have supper before that lecture? and should I dress before the
supper?"

"Huh! There'll be no supper for you nor me this night! And I'm just
ravenous hungry! Why was I such a fool as to dance that jig instead of
eating that pudding and beans? Yorkshire pudding's just delicious, if
it's made right, and the Dame's looked better even than our _chef's_.
If one could only look ahead in this world, how wise one would be,
'specially in the matter of suppers! Well, good-by, Queenie, with
aching heart from you I part; when shall we meet again? Ah! me! When?"

With a gesture of despair, half-comical, half-serious, the older girl
dashed down the corridor and Dorothy turned slowly toward her own
little room. There she found her luggage unpacked, her frocks and
shoes neatly arranged in the wardrobe, underclothing in the small
bureau, her toilet things on the tiny dressing table, and the fresh
suit she had been asked to put on spread out upon the bed.

It was all very cosy and comfortable, or would have been if she hadn't
been so hungry. However, she had hardly begun undressing before
Dawkins appeared with a small tray of sandwiches and milk, explaining:

"Supper's long past, Miss Dorothy, but