unrestrained life. But the passer-by got no peep of these things
unless the high gates happened to be open.

This was the first evening of term, and most of the girls were back.
There was nothing very particular going on, and they were walking
about the gardens, and greeting old friends, and telling each other
their experiences, and more or less picking up the threads which had
been broken or loosened in the long vacation.

The evenings were drawing in, but the pleasant twilight which was soon
to be rendered brilliant by the full moon seemed to the girls even
nicer than broad daylight to linger about in. They did not want to go
into the houses; they flitted about in groups here and there, chatting
and laughing merrily.

St. Benet's had three halls, each with its own vice-principal, and a
certain number of resident students. Each hall stood in its own
grounds and was more or less a complete home in itself. There were
resident lecturers and demonstrators for the whole college and one
lady principal, who took the lead and was virtually head of the
college.

Miss Vincent was the name of the present principal. She was an old
lady and had a vice-principal under her at Vincent Hall, the largest
and newest of these spacious homes, where young women received the
advantages of university instruction to prepare them for the battle of
life.

Priscilla was to live at Heath Hall-- a slightly smaller house, which
stood at a little distance away-- its grounds being divided from the