"No,--tell me." Prudence was clearly very anxious.

"I shall never forget it. The freshmen were sent into the recitation
room to confer with Professor Duke about text-books, etc. Carol was
one of the first in the line, as they came out. She sat down in her
seat in the first aisle, with one foot out at the side. One of the
boys tripped over it. 'Carol,' said Miss Adams gently, 'you forgot
yourself, didn't you?' And Carol's eyes twinkled as she said, 'Oh, no,
Miss Adams, if I had I'd still be in the recitation room.'" Miss Allen
laughed, but Prudence's eyes were agonized.

"How hateful of her!"

"Don't the twins tell you little things that happen at school,--like
that, for instance?"

"Never! I supposed they were perfectly all right."

"Well, here's another. Twice a week we have talks on First Aid to the
Injured. Professor Duke conducts them. One day he asked Carol what
she would do if she had a very severe cold, and Carol said, 'I'd soak
my feet in hot water and go to bed. My sister makes me.'" Miss Allen
laughed again, but Prudence was speechless.

"Sometimes we have talks on normal work, practical informal
discussions. Many of our scholars will be country school-teachers, you
know. Miss Adams conducts these normal hours. One day she asked Carol
what she would do if she had applied for a school, and was asked by the
directors to write a thesis on student discipline, that they might