tains. Oh, dear, did you ever hear of anything so
perfectly lovely? Dear Uncle John, dear Margaret!" and she wept again,
and, in default of Margaret, hugged the biggest sofa-pillow, a wonderful
affair of soft yellow silk, with ruffles and puffles.

"Come," said Bertha, "this will never do, Peggy! We must get these all
arranged before tea, mustn't we? The gong will sound in a few minutes."

Peggy dried her tears, and the two girls went to work with right good
will. In ten minutes the dreary room was as cheerful and homelike a
place as heart could desire. The pictures were hung (I forgot to mention
that the fairy box contained picture-hooks and wire, hidden away in a
corner), the cushions fitted, the chintz tacked in a neat flounce around
the box, which straightway became a divan, and looked positively
Oriental with the pillows heaped with careful carelessness on it.

Peggy stood and surveyed the whole effect with shining eyes. "When the
curtains are up--" she said, and looked inquiringly at Bertha.

"When the curtains are up," said Bertha, "it will be one of the
pleasantest rooms in the whole school."

And then the gong sounded, and they went down to tea.

A throng of girls was pouring into the great dining-room. Few of them
noticed the newcomer, being taken up with their own concerns, laughing
and chatting, hurrying to their places; yet Peggy felt as if all eyes
were upon her. She clung close to Bertha Haughton's arm; but now that
friendly arm was drawn away.

"I must leave you here, Peggy," said Bertha.

"Oh, don't leave me! Oh, can't I sit by you?" asked poor Peggy, in an
agonised whisper.

"No, dear, I have to go over there, quite to the other side of the room.
See, Miss Russell is beckoning to you. You are to sit at her table, with
the other freshmen. Cheer up, Peggy, it'll be all right after the first
minute."

Bertha nodded kindly, and took her way across the hall, while Peggy
stumbled along, tripping over several dresses (she always stumbled when
she was embarrassed), to the table where the Principal sat. There were
six tables, twelve girls to each table, with a teacher at the head. Miss
Russell greeted Peggy pleasantly, and it occurred to our friend for the
first time that the Principal was not a Gorgon, but a human being, with
a grave face, it is true, but with kind and friendly eyes.

"I trust you have been resting after your journey, Miss Montfort! Yes?
That is good. Coming so late yesterday you d