She hasn't any one to help her at home, and can't afford tutoring, so she'll just peter out." "Dear, dear friends of my youth," Charity exclaimed, on her knees before the couch, "here are some wonderful chocolates and cheese straws and pimentoes.

Let's have a love feast immediately and bury the hatchet.

Kit, your hair isn't red enough to warrant any such exhibitions, and you'll have to cut them out." The gong sounded in the hall below for afternoon classes, and there was just time to snatch a little refreshment before they joined the other girls trooping through the corridors.

Kit found herself watching Marcelle.
There was a peculiar aloofness about the girl which seemed to put almost a wall of defense around her.

She was intensely interested in everything, one could see that plainly, except the other students, and it seemed as if she simply overlooked them.