rly disdainful of the "unlicked cubs" on the stairs. Gilbert and
Charlie were nowhere to be seen.

"Little did I think the day would ever come when I'd be glad of the
sight of a Sloane," said Priscilla, as they crossed the campus, "but I'd
welcome Charlie's goggle eyes almost ecstatically. At least, they'd be
familiar eyes."

"Oh," sighed Anne. "I can't describe how I felt when I was standing
there, waiting my turn to be registered--as insignificant as the
teeniest drop in a most enormous bucket. It's bad enough to feel
insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul
that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant, and that
is how I did feel--as if I were invisible to the naked eye and some of
those Sophs might step on me. I knew I would go down to my grave unwept,
unhonored and unsung."

"Wait till next year," comforted Priscilla. "Then we'll be able to look
as bored and sophisticated as any Sophomore of them all. No doubt it is
rather dreadful to feel insignificant; but I think it's better than
to feel as big and awkward as I did--as if I were sprawled all over
Redmond. That's how I felt--I suppose because I was a good two inches
taller than any one else in the crowd. I wasn't afraid a Soph might walk
over me; I was afraid they'd take me for an elephant, or an overgrown
sample of a potato-fed Islander."

"I suppose the trouble is we can't forgive big Redmond for not being
little Queen's," said Anne, gathering about her the shreds of her old
cheerful philosophy to cover her nakedness of spirit. "When we left
Queen's we knew everybody and had a place of our own. I suppose we have
been unconsciously expecting to take life up at Redmond just where we
left off at Queen's, and now we feel as if the ground had slipped from
under our feet. I'm thankful that neither Mrs. Lynde nor Mrs. Elisha
Wright know, or ever will know, my state of mind at present. They would
exult in saying 'I told you so,' and be convinced it was the beginning
of the end. Whereas it is just the end of the beginning."

"Exactly. That sounds more Anneish. In a little while we'll be
acclimated and acquainted, and all will be well. Anne, did you notice
the girl who stood alone just outside the door of the coeds' dressing
room all the morning--the pretty one with the brown eyes and crooked
mouth?"

"Yes, I did. I noticed her particularly because she seemed the only
creature there who LOOKED as lonely and friendless as