shoulder.

"I thought we could walk down towards the bluff together, because we go
the same way," said the latter. "How do you like it here?"

"I like it," responded Marcelle, slowly, with a certain dignified shyness
that was characteristic of her. "My mother has told me all about it. She
liked the library when she was here. She told me where her room was
up-stairs, too, but I did not want to go up while the girls were there."

"Let's go up now, while they're all down-stairs," Kit suggested
impulsively. "I'll take you. Which dormitory was she in?"

"Her name was Mary Douglas. It is the Douglas Dormitory. Her father was
one of the founders here, Malcolm Douglas."

Kit listened in utter amazement and with a rising sense of joy. Here was
Marcelle Beaubien, flouted and disdained by the little crowd of girls who
happened to live in a certain restricted district of Delphi, but claiming
her grandfather was a founder of the college. At that very moment Kit
planned her surprise on the girls.

As they walked through the hall together, Pauline and the other girls
followed them with their glances and smiled. The two paused before a big
bronze tablet with the name of the founders on it. There it was, third
from the last, Malcolm Douglas, and date, 1871.

"He came from Canada," said Marcelle, "and settled here. Later on he went
into Minnesota, and on into Dakota as one of the first of the Indian
fighters in the Sioux wars there, but he was really seeking gold. The
family was very poor after he died, but my mother came here for two years,
and even when I was a little bit of a girl, seven or eight, years old,
before she died, she used to tell me how she loved it, and that I must
come here, too."

"Don't any of your brothers want to come?" asked Kit impulsively. "They're
all older than you, aren't they?"

Marcelle shook her head with a curious little smile.

"They are all Beaubien, every one. They eat, and they sleep and fish, that
is all."

Kit led the way to the upper floor, where the dormitories were, and
meeting Charity, she asked the way to the Douglas.

"Why, you were in that one to-day," replied Charity in surprise. "It's our
dormitory, don't you know?"

"Oh, thank you so much," Kit said, with suspicious alacrity, as she guided
Marcelle down the corridor, and Charity glanced back at them both,
speculatively, wondering just what special business could take two new day
girls into the most exclusive dormitory at Hope.