be here, I might as well have some fun with her.

"I go to school with Edith and it is as unlike the Latin School as
the North Pole and Boston Common. There are about thirty boarders,
some of them little bits of things--Edith calls them 'tinies'--who
have been sent home from India where their parents couldn't keep
them any longer. About fifty day-scholars attend, from kindergarten
age up.

"I'm the only American and I can tell you I was well stared at. At
first the girls couldn't believe it, insisted that I must be
Scotch or at least Canadian, so now I wear a little United States
flag pin all the time. Gracious, but things are different,
especially clothes! Mine are the prettiest in school, if I do say
it, and Edith thinks so too. She says my 'frocks' are 'chic.'

"Most of the girls, even the big ones almost eighteen, wear their
hair hanging and have _such_ dresses,--frocks, I mean. They fit
like meal bags, and being combinations of many colors, look
perfectly dreadful. And yet the girls are very nice, some of them
from really important families.

"To cap the climax, most of them sport ugly black mohair aprons
which they call 'alpaca pinnies.' Marjorie, can you imagine what
they look like? I told Mother if she wanted me to be English to
the extent of wearing a pinafore, I should lie down and die and
I'm thankful to say that she simply grinned. But many of the girls
have wonderful yellow or red-gold hair and stunning peachy
complexions, so they aren't such frights as you'd think.