"Shame we've had to wait for it so long!"

"Never mind, we've got into it at last!"

Among the numbers of girls in the capacious dressing-rooms, Ingred also
hung up her hat and coat, and passed on into the long corridor. Like the
others she was excited, interested, even a little bewildered at the
unfamiliar surroundings. It seemed extraordinary not to know her way
about, and she seized joyfully upon Nora Clifford, who by virtue of ten
minutes' experience could act cicerone.

"We're to be in VA.," Nora assured her. "All our old set, that is, except
Connie Lord and Gladys Roper and Meg Mason. I've just met Miss Strong,
and she told me. She's moved up with us, and there's a new mistress for
VB. Haven't seen her yet, but they say she's nice, though I'd rather
stick to Miss Strong, wouldn't you?"

"I don't know," temporized Ingred, screwing her mouth into a button.

"Oh, of course! I forgot! You're not a 'Strong' enthusiast--never were!
Now _I_ like her!"

"It's easy enough to like anybody who favors you. Miss Strong was always
down on me somehow, and I'd rather have tried my luck with a fresh
teacher. I wonder if Miss Burd would put me in VB. if I asked her."

"Of course she wouldn't! Don't be a silly idiot! I think Miss Strong's
absolutely adorable. Don't you like the decorations in the corridor?
Miss Godwin and some of the School of Art students did them. But just
wait till you've seen the lecture-hall! Here we are! Now then, what