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"Miss Rathmore! You have revealed yourself to us all in a light which, to say the least, is not a happy one. I will remove you from Number 30, West Side. Indeed, it would be an imposition upon Miss Nelson to keep you there. How do you suppose your present chum in Number 40 would welcome Miss Rathmore, Jennie?" she added. "Oh, I don't know," replied Jennie, her eyes twinkling.

Suddenly he realized that it was the poor devils of locals whom Valkanhayn and Spasso had enslaved. Elaine went away quickly. "Have your fill of Space Viking glamour, Lucas?" He turned. It was Baron Rathmore, who had come along to serve for a year or so and then hitch a ride home from some base planet and cash in politically on having been with Lucas Trask. "For the moment.

"Oh," thought she, "if they say that of me already, what will they say when they find that I really have no home and no folks?" The curfew bell sent the younger girls to their rooms a few moments later; but Cora Rathmore went to bed without speaking to her roommate. And Nancy felt too unhappy herself to try to overcome the other girl's reticence.

Yet when they lined up for the second race one lap around the course Nancy, who chanced to stand next to Corinne, knew that the captain of the West Side was breathing too heavily for a girl just entering a trial of speed. "She's not going to win this time," thought Nancy, and looked down the line of contestants. Cora Rathmore was near the far end.

There was to be fudge, too, which Nancy had the knack of making. The chums had a chafing dish hidden away, and this was brought forth and the ingredients made ready, while Nancy hovered over the dish like a gray-robed witch. "Do you know what Cora Rathmore said?" chattered one of the visitors. "Everything but her prayers!" declared Jennie, with sarcasm. "No, no! about this racket to-night."

There were two older girls ahead and it would have been hardly possible, at this stage of the contest, for either of the freshmen to overtake the leaders. But it was evident that the Rathmore girl did not intend to let Nancy pass her.

Just the same, some of them might on this evening have taken Nancy's part had not Cora Rathmore made so much of the report upon Nancy's character that Grace Montgomery had received from a friend in Malden. The latter had flown into a passion immediately, and had declared that she would no longer remain in the same room with a "charity foundling."

There's no other girl in the whole school who gets up so early and disturbs us other girls so now! She's stirring around half the night, I declare! And she was the only girl out of doors this morning so early." "And she is your roommate; is she, Miss Rathmore?" interrupted the Madame's smooth, low voice. "Well! I never wanted her! I wrote home and told my mother she was a nobody "

"If I was as mean as you are, Cora Rathmore, I'd be afraid to go to sleep without a light in the room. Just think of being left alone in the dark with anybody as mean as you are!" "Think you're smart! Ouch! Let go of me!" "You quit ragging Nance Nelson, or I'll pitch you right into the river now you see if I don't!" threatened Jennie.

But she ventured to look in the other desk, which was not locked, and saw that here were several text-books, evidently to be studied by the freshmen this first year. In each book was written the name of Cora Rathmore. It was an erect, angular handwriting, and somehow Nancy drew from it that she would not like the owner of the books. And yet she wanted to like her. Nancy longed for a real chum.