a little nod.

"I am glad she isn't as big as I am," was her comment on the
introduction. I was glad, too.

"Miss Lansing--"

This was bright-eyes, who bowed and smiled--she always smiled--and
said, "How do you do?" Then rushed off to a drawer in search of
something.

"Miss St. Clair, will you come and be introduced to Miss Randolph?"

The St. Clair walked up demurely and took my hand. Her words were in
abrupt contrast. "Where are her things going, Miss Bentley?" I
wondered that pretty lips could be so ungracious. It was not temper
which appeared on them, but cool rudeness.

"Madame said we must make some room for her," Miss Bentley answered.

"I don't know where," remarked Miss Macy. "_I_ have not two inches."

"She can't have a peg nor a drawer of mine," said the St. Clair.
"Don't you put her there, Bentley." And the young lady left us with
that.

"We must manage it somehow," said Miss Bentley. "Lansing, look here,
can't you take your things out of this drawer? Miss Randolph has no
place to lay anything. She _must_ have a little place, you know."

Lansing looked up with a perplexed face, and Miss Macy remarked that
nobody had a bit of room to lay anything.

"I am very sorry," I said.

"It is no use being sorry, child," said Miss Macy; "we have got to fix
it, somehow. I know who _ought_ to be sorry. Here--I can take this
pile of things out of this drawer; that is all _I_ can do. Can't she
manage with this half?"

But Miss Lansing came and made her arrangements, and then it was found
that the smallest of the four drawers was cleared and ready for my
occupation.

"But if we give you a whole drawer," said Miss Macy, "you must be
content with one peg in the wardrobe--will you?"

"Oh, and she can have one or two hooks in the closet," said
bright-eyes. "Come here, Miss Randolph, I will show you."

And there in the closet I found was another place for washing, with
cocks for hot and cold water; and a press and plenty of iron hooks;
with dresses and hats hanging on them. Miss Lansing moved and changed
several of these, till she had cleared a space for me.

"There," she said, "now you'll do, won't you? I don't believe you can
get a scrape of a corner in the wardrobe; Macy and Bentley and St.
Clair take it up so. _I_ haven't but one dress hanging there, but
you've got a whole drawer in the bureau."

I was not very awkward and clumsy in my belongings, but an elephant
could scarcely have been more bewilder