"We're moving out to Repworth at the September quarter," she concluded.
"And it's too far for me to bicycle in to school every day, so I've
started as a boarder at the hostel. I shall go home for week-ends,
though. Nora Clifford and Fil Trevor are there too. They'll be glad
Ingred's come. With four of us out of one form, things ought to be
rather jinky. Hullo, here they are! I say, girls, let's go to our
diggings."

The two girls who came strolling up arm-in-arm were the most absolute
contrast. Nora was large-limbed, plump, rosy, with short-cut hair, a
lively manner, and any amount of confidence. Without being exactly
pretty, she gave a general impression of jolly, healthy girlhood, and
reminded one of an old-fashioned, sweet-scented cabbage rose that had
just burst into bloom. Dainty little Filomena might, on the other hand,
be described as the most delicate of tea roses. She was fair to a fault,
a lily-white maid with the silkiest of flaxen tresses. Her pale-blue
eyes, with their light lashes, and rather colorless little face with its
straight features were of the petite fairy type. You felt instinctively
that, like a Dresden china vase, she was made more for ornament than for
use, and nobody--even school-mistresses--expected too much from her.
Experience had shown them that they did not get it.

For two years, ever since her mother's death, Fil had been a boarder at
the College, and because at first she had been such a pathetic little
figure in her deep mourning, the girls had petted her, and had continued
an indulgent attitude long after the black dress had been exchanged for
colors. If Fil had rather got into the habit of posing as the mascot of
the form, she certainly deserved some consideration, for she was a dear
little thing, with a very sweet temper, and never made any of the