zabeth's arrival at Exeter. Her trunk and box were in the middle of the study, while she

box of extras. I wondered why she was doing it. She said

n the strenuous life we lead. No doubt we'll find among your traps a glass or so of jelly,

ginning to understand her roo

was tired with study she found rest in some other form of occupation. Now, while Elizabeth was

h that "more" was greater than that "less" she did not reali

h had brought from home were hung; the bright cushions placed at a proper angle on the couch, ove

plates, souvenir spoons, sugar bowl and creamer found their proper places. It was a small edition of their dining-table at home. The chaf

cabinet. "I must borrow some cream from Anna Cresswell. I saw her get some this morning. But first I

eld out the cup to Elizabeth. "Here, girlie, drink to the prosperity of Exeter Hall in general, and these quarters in particular. May you get

nk. "Why, that is fine-and made with such a lit

with the chafing-dish,-creamed oysters, fudge, soups of all kinds, Welsh rarebits. I hope, Eli

they would be required. The catalog made no mention of them. I know because I looked

of them that makes them valuable. Perso

you know that I was never before at any sch

you a lot," w

students will teach me more than the faculty. Bu

about it now. What do you think about this Gibson h

e room," Elizabeth replied, placi

odds and ends of work which have the effect of ma

he covers of books. At home, there had always been her mother to pick up after her. She might drop hat, gloves and coat

d had learned this lesson in her own time. Certain it was, when they dressed for dinner, she looked about the bedroom and put in order each article which was out of p

irst reception. Guests came from all the little towns about,

ty gowns. Miss Wilson, as a Senior, was one of the reception-committee. El

Look me over and see if my

ips, trying to reduce a refractory bow to submission. She tu

n wishes the committee to meet in her parlor. I suppose she wants to get our mouths into the 'papa, potatoes, prunes and prisms' shape before we meet the

O'Day to go with me. She's just across the hall, and ha

in the middle of the doorway. She looked

bothered. Besides, you do not kno

t she di

itting-room or study, as the students were accustomed to call it, to finish h

early and meet all the strangers. Judge Wilson and his f

ief and started forth. Her attention was

know the Swedes are famous for that kind of work. This is quite old. My gran

e at this statement. Her com

rse, that I was o

home with Miss Wilson's family. I took i

er did sewing for the Swedish people. I was very strong and quite as able to work as she. So I went to live at the Wilson home where I helped with the little children and also went to school. I grew to love them, and they seemed to really care

d had proved so efficient and trustworthy that Mrs. Wilson had de

ices of the girls came to them. They had evidently taken it for granted that the other

ou look at all well in that blue silk. You look so sallow. You

, I've worn

e new to the girls, and

d the blue silk wh

sn't suited to you. Now for m

ndis. I always have a bette

get a dress made at home fit to wear, and my staying up in the

Elizabeth with the guilelessness of an unexperienced child exclaimed, "Why, Landis seems to have so many beautifu

years. Min is an only child. She has no mother and her father, w

' father a

n't," was

ggested many of the possibilities of her future-a cruise on a private yacht, a year's study and travel in Europe. Sh

will miss the rec

e social side of school life too much to miss anyt

he said-that she had

s in the shade. Here we are. How fine the reception committee look. Poor Mary Wilso

. Jimmy Jordan, arrayed in full dress,

hey reached the end of the line where Miss Wilson stood. Nancy

de Nancy presentable. Then she remembered where she was. Her face flushed. She looked about her.

y, "that is, if you are really interested in people of strong, though peculiar character. She is a Miss

ge. Her features showed exposure to the sun. Her red

lanned to go there as soon as I get my potatoes in, and those odd chores done for

g planted it. Miss Rice's conversation was interesting. Her voice was full and melodious, but e

to-bugs, then with equal interest quoted Browning, and debated the qu

who always finds someone who needs it more than she. It's been years since she's had a respectable winter coat because she pledged herself to provide for several old ladi

re getting on in years, and I couldn't leave them. What I learned I dug out of books and other people's minds. Julia Hale-you know her-got me interested in botany, and someone else came along with a book or so. I was ambitious to go to Exeter, and then be a missionary. That seemed to be such a beautiful life of self-sacrifice; but it seems it wasn't to be. There never was a day when someone right there at home didn't need me, so that after a while I didn't ever have

ndsome gown of soft blue silk. Elizabeth knew not the reason for it, but as she looked at the girls she had a sensation of being out-of-sorts, and at variance with the wo

her hand within Elizabeth's arm, and leading her into a small room adjoinin

d Elizabeth. "They are in

A month ago you couldn't have made such a remark. You were too literally

arents,"

own. Why should I be w

father and mother held out their hands to her. Elizabeth felt that they were not strangers. They knew of her father. She was very glad to note the tone in w

r way, Judge," said a little old man in the gro

on. "We finished him Friday morning-a

s Cresswell was near her. "Is Mary Wilson's

dn't you

inking back into her chair as though overcome by the news. "No on

"She is so used to his honors that s

ition of affairs in the little world about her, "that it seems to be t

. "The little tugs must make a noise or they may be run down, but t

ning to the conversation among the others. Judge Wilson was explaining to those who

seven or eight hundred in the tannery and brickyard. She won't permit a licensed hotel on her land. Big Bill drives across the country, loads his wagon with contraband goods and retails them from his house. This i

ason." This remark came from th

if someone had not given her a pointer; for Bi

ne. "We all know that Big Bill is not accountable. He has always been the tool of anyone who would make use of him. I doubt if he made any m

e himself to question his buyers. He may ask Big Bill a trifle more than anyone else, but that is no infringement of the law. I think there was no doubt in anyone's min

nefarious! It is the

She was always so decided in her opi

st of us acknowledge that, but we have power only

oung matron. "I shall return to the reception hall and listen to the chatter of schoolgi

the little group. "We had better go back to th

ary Wilson, clinging to her father and mother. "Elizabeth broug

up of cocoa-or Mary will. I haven't reached such a

nough to be missed. Mrs. Williams, will you and your husband come with us? We

lady, in Quaker garb, neat as the proverbial pin, and with

ld love to see Mary's. In my day ours were plain-painted floors and wooden beds. It was n

Schuyler is preceptress, but she works un

ans little if a woman is untidy

hear these remarks on neatness. To Mary it would have mattered little, for her

ned Miss Wilson, "to have a cup of cocoa. Oh, yes," as Miss Watson was about to demur, "we have eight cups now. Do you remember the time two years ago when I invited the girls in and forgot that I hadn't dishes enough? Yes; I have the same rooms but they're much nicer. We have so many new things that I'm sure you will not

k, "that will exorcise the evil spirit of assurance. Knock on wood

ghed. She thoroughly appreci

l not quarrel," she replied. "That is

thers of the party followed. Elizabeth and Mary at the end o

has been nothing less than a cycl

!" began Mrs. Wilson. Mary noticed

ess, she had kicked off and left. Her coat and hat were on one chair. Stretched out on the end of the couch was her gym suit, glaringly co

put the kettle to boil for cocoa. Father, tell your story about the boy illustrating 'The Old Oaken Bucket.'" She lighted the alcohol lamp while sh

no one would speak to her. Her face was burning. Th

about. "Where is Elizabeth?" she

ashamed. Not one of those articles scattered about are Mary's. They're a

e middle of the floor that they had not recognized the signs of disorder; that they supposed that the floor was the legitimate place for shoes. But treating the matter lightly did no

She prepared for bed and was standing in her night clothes when Mary came

and-ashamed,"

," was the unf

happen so agai

I'll see to it that the room is in o

d. Won't you forgive me? I

be undone by any amount of talking. You mortified me before my best friends, and I can not

and turned her face to the wall. She had no desire to cr

dreamed that a most formidable array of shoes and stockings, hats and coats in the form of grinning spectres were hovering about her ready to

ake her efforts difficult, stood in her path. She turned on the gas and gathered together her possession