"I wish you to meet Miss Harlowe, Miss Nesbit, and Miss Pierson, all of Oakdale.

Girls, this is Miss Alden, also of the junior class." Beatrice Alden smiled condescendingly, and shook hands in a somewhat bored fashion with the three girls.

"Pleased to meet you," she drawled.
"Hope you'll be good little freshmen this year and make no trouble for your elders." "We shall try to mind our own affairs, and trust to other people to do the same," flashed Miriam, eyeing the other girl steadily.
Grace looked at her friend in surprise.

What had caused Miriam to answer in such fashion?
There was an almost imperceptible lull in the conversation, then Mabel Ashe introduced the other girls.

"Now we will see about your trunks, and then perhaps you would like to walk up to the college," she said briskly.