the hours at which the girls were to go to the bath-house.

"You will carry, each, a crash towel, a sponge, and soap," she
announced to Katy, "and will be in the entry, at the foot of the
stairs, at twenty-five minutes after nine precisely. Failures in
punctuality will be punished by a mark." Miss Jane always delivered
her words like a machine, and closed her mouth with a snap at the
end of the sentence.

"Horrid thing! Don't I wish her missionary would come and carry her
off. Not that I blame him for staying away," remarked Rose Red, from
her door; making a face at Miss Jane, as she walked down the entry.

"I don't understand about the bath-house," said Katy. "Does it belong
to us? And where is it?"

"No, it doesn't belong to us. It belongs to Mr. Perrit, and anybody
can use it; only on Saturday it is reserved for us nuns. Haven't you
every noticed it when we have been out walking? It's in that street
by the bakery, which we pass to take the Lebanon road. We go across
the green, and down by Professor Seccomb's, and we are in plain sight
from the college all the way; and, of course, those abominable boys
sit there with spy-glasses, and stare as hard as ever they can. It's
perfectly horrid. 'A crash towel, a sponge, and soap,' indeed! I
wish I could make Miss Jane eat the pieces of soap which she has
forced me to carry across this village."

"O Rose!" remonstrated Mary Silver.

"Well, I do. And the crash towels afterward, by way of a dessert,"