It claimed that its home atmosphere was the only old-fashioned thing
about it, and that was not an idle boast, for the old house had been
equipped with every modern convenience. Its instructors were the best
that a generous salary could tempt to Glenmore, and Mrs. Marvin, owner,
promoter, and manager of the school, was an exceedingly clever woman for
the position.

As assistant, Miss Fenler, small, and wiry, did all that was required of
her, and more. She had never been appointed as a monitor, but she chose
to do considerable spying, so that the pupils had come to speak of her
as the "detective."

One of her many duties was to see that the carryall was at the station
when new pupils were to arrive.

Accordingly when Dorothy and Nancy left the train, and found themselves
on the platform, Miss Fenler was looking for them, and she stowed them
away in the carryall much as if they had been only ordinary baggage.

Then, seating herself beside the driver, she ordered him to return.

"Home," she said, and "home" they were driven, for "home" meant Glenmore
to the colored man, who considered himself a prominent official of the
school.

Classes were in session when they reached Glenmore, so Miss Fenler went
with them to the pretty room that was to be theirs, a maid following
with suit-cases, the colored man bringing up the rear with one trunk,
and a promise to return on the next trip with the other.