hold linen below. Besides this there was a small square table for tea
in the room and a couple of chairs. The whole effect was undoubtedly
bare.

Priscilla was hesitating whether to begin to unpack her trunk or not
when a light knock was heard at her door. She said "Come in," and two
girls burst rather noisily into the apartment.

"How do you do?" they said, favoring the fresh girl with a brief nod.
"You came to-day, didn't you? What are you going to study? Are you
clever?"

These queries issued rapidly from the lips of the tallest of the
girls. She had red hair, tousled and tossed about her head. Her face
was essentially commonplace; her small restless eyes now glanced at
Priscilla, now wandered over the room. She did not wait for a reply to
any of her queries, but turned rapidly to her companion.

"I told you so, Polly," she said. "I was quite sure that she was going
to be put into Miss Lee's room. You see, I'm right; this is Annabel
Lee's old room; it has never been occupied since."

"Hush!" said the other girl.

The two walked across the apartment and seated themselves on
Priscilla's bed.

There came a fresh knock at the door, and this time three students
entered. They barely nodded to Priscilla and then rushed across the
room with cries of rapture to greet the girls who were seated on the