atched the passengers.

Opposite them was a big woman, who possessed three bird-cages, two
holding birds, and the third imprisoning a kitten.

There was a lean man with a fat little girl beside him, who ate
countless lunches, which were packed in a big basket, that seemed a
veritable horn of plenty.

Yet a bit farther up the aisle was a small boy with a large cage that he
watched closely.

A thick cloth covered it, but once, when the boy was not looking, a long
brown furry arm reached out, and snatched mischievously at his sleeve.

"It's a monkey," whispered Nancy, and the boy turned and grinned.

"'F _he_ knew there was a monkey in that cage he'd make me put it in the
baggage car," he said.

Dorothy was tired with the long ride, and just as she was thinking that
she could not bear much more of it, the brakeman shouted, "Glenmore!
Glenmore!" and the two girls were glad enough to get out upon the
platform.

Glenmore, the village, was a lovely little country place, quiet, and
evidently content with itself.

Glenmore, the school, was a rambling, picturesque home for the pupils
who came there.

Once it had been a private mansion, but its interior had been remodeled
to meet the requirements of a small, and select school for girls.

A bit old-fashioned in that it was more genuinely homelike than other
private schools, it held itself proudly aloof from neighboring
buildings.

It claimed that its home atmosphere was the only old-fashioned thing
about it, and that was not an idle boast, for the old house had been
equipped with every modern convenience. Its instructors were the best
that a generous salary could tempt to Glenmore, and Mrs. Marvin, owner,
promoter, and manager of the school, was an exceedingly clever woman for
the position.

As assistant, Miss Fenler, small, and wiry, did all that was required of
her, and more. She had never been appointed as a monitor, but she chose
to do considerable spying, so that the pupils had come to speak of her
as the "detective."

One of her many duties was to see that the carryall was at the station
when new pupils were to arrive.

Accordingly when Dorothy and Nancy left the train, and found themselves
on the platform, Miss Fenler was looking for them, and she stowed them
away in the carryall much as if they had been only ordinary baggage.

Then, seating herself beside the driver, she ordered him to return.

"Home," she said, and "home" they were driven, for "home"