The first day of school amounted to really nothing further than being assigned to one's seat and getting used to the idea of school again.

Miss Thompson usually addressed the girls on the duty of High School students, and the girls went forth full of new resolutions that last for at least a week.
Grace looked curiously about her.

She wondered if there were to be many new girls that year.

The present freshmen, direct from the Grammar Schools, sat on the front seats looking a trifle awed at the idea of being academic pupils, and feeling very strange and uncomfortable under the scrutiny of so many pairs of eyes.
Her glance wandered toward the new sophomore class, as though in search of some one, her eyes brightening as she caught sight of the brown-eyed girl who had won the freshman prize the previous June.

The latter looked as helpless and friendless as when Grace first saw her step up on the platform to receive her money.