Judy of York Hill

out at the flying landscape. "There's the lake,

Hill School had been the centre of her thoughts for months p

r with Aunt Nell who had come to the station to meet them. "Can't help having trouble, I'm afraid, but when you're going to be expelled for not having so

asing. We'll do our shopping first of all. I'v

hey got into the waiting motor. "Yes, I think Mother seemed a little

she remembered how every hour was ta

haste to introduce the fascinating question as to whether taffeta or crêpe wo

outfit? And then, after luncheon at Aunt Nell's club, they motored out to

e School-there!" said Aunt Nell, and Judith le

as I had for the old School in town-York Ladies' College it was then; but this certainly is h

the great pile of grey

and West Houses, farther to the north-there, you see-is North House, and here is South where you are to be. That's Miss Meredith's house over there by the

moment, and then she la

ou're going to have a splendid time-I wish I were sixteen again and my first year at York before me." Aunt Nell looked reminiscent for a moment, and then added, "One thing-York is going to help you to gr

own self

follow as the

t then be fal

be true to the best that's in you; perhaps the girls will teach you as much

listen to "Hamlet" when a perfectly fascinating new world lay just a few yards aw

hat like a judge. But Miss Meredith's welcome was so warm and gracious that Judith felt surprisingly at her ease. She was conscious of a dignified presence, k

-who was apparently waiting in the corridor for the purpose-was summoned

come. She kept Aunt Nell a few minutes in the hall sending messages to Doris and Bobby

ly. "Ask Miss Marlowe to let you 'phone me if you need anything, a

d lump, which was growing larger and larger, compel her to tears, but there at her elb

ee about your room," she bega

shook h

y sweet bag," she added tactfully, surveying Judit

pe Judith's room was near hers; at least hers was not a room, but a cubicle. Judith's eyes questioned. Cubicle had to be explained as a room with low walls a

cloister to South House and were st

reen baize door was a chattering mob of girls, all apparently talking at th

literally dragged from Judith by several im

amped out for three weeks" . . . . "Indian guides" . . . . "Su

loude

we wants Pe

g"-and a fat girl was pr

t you were never coming,

brick; we are to

and the retreat of

all the noise, but Nancy had a tight grip of her

orful pictures, a cosy fire, and Miss Marlowe herself, grey-eyed, ruddy-haired, and low-voiced. The quiet voice began to work a magic,

t she is settled? Her trunk is there already; it came this morning. You can be

mpulsively as they left the ro

glad you are in o

eying her new abode with disfavour. A couch-bed, writing-desk and bookcase, a bureau, a wicker chair-how was there room

door evidently opening into a bedroom at the end, and the six rooms had

unpack her treasures. Wherever was th

s Nancy's voice

w evening frock bef

le to talk to one's neighbours in this friendly fashion-and a new froc

of a row in the hall, and the t

upboard door to hold toilet articles, and pointed out the t

o soon; we can get our things put away before the other

e Burley is trying to get into this set of cubicles, but Mi

plays-she can act anything. Aren't you glad you're in South? Of course South is the crac

verything in its place. Her mother's parting gift had been couch-cover, cushions, and hangings for the n

. She was hanging her curtains when she heard excited voices in the corridor,

oice. "How did you do it? I never thought Miss

k," retorted Nancy. "I pointed out to Miss Marlowe the good

oyish voice, and sounds of scuffling feet, the creaking

, and she was sat upon literally and

rsation floated

ery, very mad is Rosamond. Ho

k. Pat is in

twenty-five"-this from

ith was introduced to the owner of the deep voice

admiringly. "Somebody's been working hard! Look at her lov

u know it," commented Jane with a wicked twinkle. "You k

to get a beautiful record for my room, and my hair and clothes are going to be so irr

the way?" asked Jane. "I hope so. And is Eleanor he

's lovely-I do hope we'll be friends. Josephine's almost rough-and what an untidy mop of hair! I wonder if her eyes are brown-she shuts them up so tight when she laughs I can't see-and she seems to be laughing

the low walls conversation could proceed even while they dressed. Nancy remembered to ask Judith

for six, each headed

ch table," explained Nancy, "but this bein

ed girl who enquired at once what games Judith played, and learning that

t at the next table with the frank, boyish look was Eleanor Or

introduce a newcomer who had arrived

ichmond, Virginia, and she's going to be i

cided, but not quite, though her eyes were big and

your schedule of lessons with you," announced Nancy as they le

m?" gaspe

It'll be good fun. Wait for me in the

ering. There had been only about fifty girls in the dining-room at South, and even there she had been confused by the nu

the housekeeper's room for soap and a toothbrush-Mrs. Bronson kept a supply for such emergencies; Josephine donated her best crêp

bath slippers on," said Jane saucily. "Come into my room as soon as you're arrayed in all

at her reflection in the mirror when shrieks of delight testified to the

us luck!-Josephine and Jane, and-yes-two new girls-Judith B

e door and a clear voic

every beauty-loving girl in the School, for she had beauty of a rare type-a slender, graceful body, a well-set l

ine had gone to her own room. "And she's just as good a

anterns as she looked out of her berth in the early morning; the cold, chilly touch of homesickness when she followed the porter out of the Pullman; Aunt Nell's welcome; the exciting shopping; the first glimpse of t

ll had gone, and that she was alone, alone with these hundreds of strangers. The thought terr

aper on the other side of

hoarse whisper, and somethi

hisper from the other side, a

iscovered a chocolate bar and a huge sti

Nancy, "but we didn't say that we wouldn't sit up in bed

t ago she would have felt one word was an impossibility and then-oh, bl

e chocolate was still to finish, and Jane began an interminable story of a canoe tr