When they stopped at one of the stations, a yellow butterfly flew in through an open window and flitted airily about the car.

Maria removed her coat, with the solicitous aid of her companion.

She cast a conscious glance at the orange and blue on her sleeves.
"Say, that dress is a stunner!" whispered Wollaston.
Maria laughed happily.

"Glad you like it," said she.
Before they reached Wardway, Wollaston's red carnation was fastened at one side of her embroidered vest, making a discord of color which, for Maria, was a harmony of young love and romance.
"That is the academy," said Wollaston, as the train rolled into Wardway.

He pointed to a great brick structure at the right--a main building flanked by enormous wings.