meant Glenmore
to the colored man, who considered himself a prominent official of the
school.

Classes were in session when they reached Glenmore, so Miss Fenler went
with them to the pretty room that was to be theirs, a maid following
with suit-cases, the colored man bringing up the rear with one trunk,
and a promise to return on the next trip with the other.

A class-room door, half open, allowed a glimpse of the new arrivals.

"See the procession with the 'Fender' ahead," whispered a saucy miss.

"Her name's 'Fenler,'" corrected her chum.

"I know that, but I choose to call her 'Fender,' because she's like
those they have on engines to scoop up any one who is on the tracks.
She's just been down to the station to 'scoop' two new pupils, and I
guess--"

A tap of a ruler left the sentence unfinished.

Arabella Correyville, without an idea as to what was whispered, had seen
the broad smile, and had heard the giggle.

"Who was out there?" she wrote on a bit of paper, and cautiously passed
it to Patricia Levine.

"I don't know. I didn't see them, but they must be _swell_. They had
ever so much luggage." That was just like Patricia. She judged every one
thus.

That a girl could be every inch a lady, and at the same time, possess a
small, well chosen wardrobe was past understanding; but any girl,
however coarse in appearance and manner, could, with a display of many
gaudy costumes, convince Patricia that she was a young person of great
importance.

Miss Fenler talked with them for a few moments, and then left them to
unpack their belongings, saying that later, when they felt rested, they
might come down to the reception hall and meet some of the girls who
would be their classmates during the year.

It was the custom, she said, for the pupils to meet for a social
half-hour before dinner, to talk over the happenings of the day, their
triumphs or failures in class-room, or at sports, or to tell what had
interested those who had been out for a tramp.

There had been an afternoon session that day for the purpose of choosing
from the list of non-compulsory studies.

"Usually," Miss Fenler explained, "the classes meet for recitations in
the forenoon only, the afternoons being reserved for study, and when
lessons were prepared, for recreation."

Miss Fenler left them, closing the door softly behind her.

Dorothy turned to look at Nancy.

"What do you think of her?" Nancy said, asking the question that she
knew