showing her
that we can move as easily in them as without them. But--my! It's made
us so warm!"

Gwendolyn turned toward Dorothy with a smile intended to be cordial,
and asked:

"Is that so, indeed? Then I suppose you'll have to get a rig like ours
if you want to try the slide."

"Yes, I suppose so. The Bishop asked the Lady Principal to get me one,
but I don't suppose she can right away. Nobody could go shopping in
such weather, and I suppose they have to be bought in town."

"The blankets are bought there, but usually the suits are made at home
before we come; or else by the matron and some of the maids here. I--"

A look of keener interest had come into her face, but she said nothing
further and a moment later went out again.

As the portieres fell together behind her, Winifred threw up her hands
in comic despair.

"Whatever is the matter with that girl? or with _me_--or _you_--or
_you_!" pointing to one and another around her. "She wants to be
friendly--and so do we! But there's something wrong and I don't know
what."

"I do," said a sweet-faced "Seventher," who had been quietly studying
during all this noise. "Poor Gwendolyn is sorry but isn't one bit
humble. She's absolutely just and has done what she believed right.
But it hasn't helped her much. She's fully as proud as she ever was,
and the only way we can help her is by loving her. We've _got_ to love
her or she'll grow harder than ever."

"You can't make love as you'd make a--a pin-cushion!" returned Florita
Sheraton, holding up, to illustrate, a Christmas gift she was
embroidering.

Dorothy listened to this talk, her own heart upbraiding her for her
failure to "love" Gwen. She liked her greatly and admired her courage
more.

"Win, let's you and me try and see if that is true, what Florita
says. Maybe love can be 'made' after all;" she whispered to her
friend.

"Huh! That'll be a harder job than algebra! I shall fail in both."

"I reckon I shall, too, but we can try--all the same. That won't hurt
either one of us and I'm awfully sorry for her, she must be so
lonesome."

"'Pity is akin to love!' You've taken the first step in your climb
toward Gwen's top-lofty heart!" quoted Winifred. "Climb away and I'll
boost you as well as I can. I--"

"Miss Dorothy Calvert, the Lady Principal would like to see you in her
own parlor;" said a maid, appearing at the door.

"What now? You seem to be greatly in demand, to-day, by the powers
that be, I hop