to the right to go to theirs.

'This way,' said Miss Laurence, and she opened a glass door, and
Mildred found herself in what looked like an eating-house of the
poorer sort. There was a counter where tea and coffee and rolls and
butter were sold. Plates of beef and ham could be had there, too. The
students paid for their food at the counter, and carried it to the
tables.

'I can still afford a plate of beef,' said Miss Laurence, 'but I don't
know how long I shall be able to if things go on as they've been
going. But you don't know what it is to want money,' and in a rapid
glance Miss Laurence roughly calculated the price of Mildred's
clothes.

A tall, rather handsome girl, with dark coarse hair and a face lit up
by round grey eyes, entered.

'So you are here, Elsie,' and she stared at Mildred.

'Let me introduce you to Miss Lawson. Miss Lawson, Miss Cissy Clive.'

'I'm as hungry as a hawk,' Cissy said, and she selected the plate on
which there was most beef.

'I haven't seen you here before, Miss Lawson. Is this your first day?'

'Yes, this is my first day.'

They took their food to the nearest table and Elsie asked Cissy if she