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"You see how mistaken one may be, Cora? Nancy is here ahead of us." Cora Rathmore shrank back from the door with a very red face. Nancy's eyes flashed as she looked at her ill-natured roommate. She realized well enough that Cora had deliberately and without sufficient evidence herself tried to get her into trouble with the principal. Cora was not easily embarrassed, however.

For some days the relations between Elizabeth and her roommate were strained. No further words concerning the order of the room passed between them, but each time they dressed, whether for breakfast or dinner, Miss Wilson made a point of looking about both rooms to see that each article was as it should be. The very calmness of her manner was exasperating.

The roommate expressed calm confidence in her and in manner and words said, "You have no idea how fine she is and how well worth knowing."

"Now that I think of it," remarked Brayton, turning and fixing his roommate with a frigid, hostile stare, "I have, on at least two occasions, entered this room just in time to see Mr. Dodge spring up hastily from near the fireplace. But I am a dull-witted fellow, I suppose, and I didn't suspect. "Have you anything to say, Mr. Dodge?" demanded Anstey. "Nothing," barely gasped the detected wretch.

"We weren't worried," Emma Dean assured her. "We've all been known to lag and loiter." "I lagged and loitered to some purpose," defended Evelyn. "Miss Harlowe, this is Miss Brent, my roommate." She introduced the stranger to the others. Grace's hand was extended in surprised welcome. "We have been looking for you since Monday," she said. "You are the girl who sat at the end table at Vinton's.

He also learned that he must not address any superior officer unless first addressed by him. Bert also picked up rapidly the knowledge that he was no better than anyone else, and of not a thousandth part of the importance of any upper class man. Much of this the young man picked up from his new roommate, Tom Anstey, a soft-eyed, soft-voiced, helpful and sunny young man from Virginia.

"Has it not come to you that I might wish to study and that monotone is anything but pleasant?" Hester's face flushed crimson. "I beg pardon. I was selfish, Helen." Helen crossed the room and bending over the abashed, confused Hester, said tenderly, "Do not mind my speaking so, little roommate. If it were Aunt Debby you would not take it so to heart. Then why should it hurt from me?

I was ashamed to be seen praying, so I prayed in bed. But I was afraid that wouldn't do any good, so when my roommate had gone to sleep I got up in the dark and went down on my marrowbones on the bare icy floor, and I prayed like a good 'un." Lucy's mouth laughed, but her eyes prayed. "Then, maybe," she said, "if it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't be here now."

Wiping her face with her sleeve and pretending to look as bored as everyone else, Alona hoped that even if her roommate were around, she would be fooled long enough to prevent her from starting any more rumors.

She evidently realized she had gone too far. She objected to Miss Taylor because it is her nature to object to everything. When she saw that we had taken up the cudgels in Miss Taylor's behalf, and that she was likely to get into hot water, she decided to accept her as a roommate without further opposition. That's the whole story." "She must be eccentric and very disagreeable," commented Mabel.