splendid view of Berry Searles's window."

"Berry Searles?"

"Yes; President Searles, you know; his youngest son. He's an elegant
fellow. All the girls are cracked about him,--perfectly cracked! The
president's house is next door to the Nunnery, you know; and Berry
rooms at the very end of the back building, just opposite Quaker Row.
It used to be such fun! He'd sit at his window, and we'd sit at ours,
in silent study hour, you know; and he'd pretend to read, and all the
time keep looking over the top of his book at us, and trying to make
us laugh. Once Mary did laugh right out; and Miss Jane heard her, and
came in. But Berry is just as quick as a flash, and he ducked down
under the window-sill; so she didn't see him. It was such fun!"

"Who's Miss Jane?" asked Katy.

"The horridest old thing. She's Mrs. Florence's niece, and engaged
to a missionary. Mrs. Florence keeps her on purpose to spy us girls,
and report when we break the rules. Oh, those rules! Just wait till
you come to read 'em over. They're nailed up on all the doors,--
thirty-two of them, and you can't help breaking 'em if you try ever
so much."

"What are they? what sort of rules?" cried Katy and Clover in a breath.

"Oh! about being punctual to prayers, and turning you mattress, and
smoothing over the under-sheet before you leave your room, and never
speaking a word in the hall, or in private study hour, and hanging
your towel on your own nail in the wash-room, and all that."