most fascinating woman! She does just what she likes with everybody.
Why, even the students think her perfectly splendid, and yet she's
just as strict as she can be."

"Strict with the students?" asked Clover, looking puzzled.

"No; strict with us girls. She never lets any one call, unless it's
a brother or a first cousin; and then you have to have a letter from
you parents, asking permission. I wanted ma to write and say that
George Hickman might call on me. He isn't a first cousin exactly,
but his father married pa's sister-in-law's sister. So it's just as
good. But ma was real mean about it. She says I'm too young to have
gentlemen coming to see me! I can't think why. Ever so many girls
have them, who are younger than I."

"Which Row are you going to room in?" she went on.

"I don't know. Nobody told us that there were any rows."

"Oh, yes! Shaker Row and Quaker Row and Attic Row. Attic Row is the
nicest, because it's highest up, and furthest away from Mrs. Florence.
My room is in Attic Row. Annie Silsbie and I engaged it last term.
You'll be in Quaker Row, I guess. Most of the new girls are."

"Is that a nice row?" asked Clover, greatly interested.

"Pretty nice. It isn't so good as Attic, but it's ever so much better
than Shaker; Because there you're close to Mrs. Florence, and can't
have a bit of fun without her hearing you. I'd try to get the end
room, if I were you. Mary Andrews and I had it once. There is a