They were totally uncongenial.
But after the first week, that part of their relationship did not affect Mary materially.

She was too happily absorbed in the work and play of school life, throwing herself into every recitation, every excursion and every experience with a zest that left no time for mourning over what might have been.

At bed-time there was always her shadow-chum to share the recollections of the day.

One of her letters to Joyce gave a description of the state of resignation to which she finally attained.
"Think of it!" she wrote.

"Me with my Puritan conscience and big bump of order, and my r.m.calmly embroidering this Sabbath afternoon! Her dressing table, her bed and the chairs look like rubbish heaps.