Michigan, a regular fortress, they say. It was built years ago
by Colonel Gilpatrick French, when he came over from Europe with
some adventurous Irishmen who thought all they had to do was to
sail over to Canada and the whole country would be theirs for the
taking."

"Goodness me! I've read something about that," said Nan,
interested.

"Well, Lakeview Hall, as the school is called, was built by that
rich Colonel French. And they say there are dungeons under it "

"Where they keep their jams and preserves, now, I suppose?"
laughed Nan.

"And secret passages down to the shore of the lake. And the
great hall where the brave Irishmen used to drill is now the
assembly hall of the school."

"Sounds awfully interesting," admitted Nan.

"And Dr. Beulah Prescott, who governs the hall, the preceptress,
you know, is really a very lovely lady, my mother says," went on
the enthusiastic Bess. "MY mother went to school to her at
Ferncliffe."

"Oh, Bess," Nan said warmly, "It must be a perfectly lovely
place! But I know I can never go there."

"Don't you say that! Don't you say that!" cried the other girl.