couldn't help dimpling back again.

"Oh, my!" she went on, "a wash-stand, I declare! Where did you get it?"

"Papa bought it," explained Katy: "he asked Mrs. Florence's permission."

"How bright of him! I shall just write to my father to ask for
permission too." Which she did; and the result was that it set the
fashion of wash-stands, and so many papas wrote to "ask permission,"
that Mrs. Florence found it necessary to give up the lavatory system,
and provide wash-stands for the whole house. Katy's request had been
the opening wedge. I do not think this fact made her more popular
with the principals.

"By the way, where is Lilly?" asked Katy; "I haven't seen her to-day."

"Do you want to know? I can tell you. She's sitting on the edge of
one chair, with her feet on the rung of another chair, and her head
on the shoulder of her room-mate (who is dying to get away and arrange
her drawers); and she's crying"--

"How do you know? Have you been up to see her?"

"Oh! I haven't seen her. It isn't necessary. I saw her last term,
and the term before. She always spends the first day at school in
that way. I'll take you up, if you'd like to examine for yourselves."

Katy and Clover, much amused, followed as she led the way upstairs.
Sure enough, Lilly was sitting exactly as Rose had predicted. Her
face was swollen from crying. When she saw the girls, her sobs