Wynch-on-the-Wold Though the College only opened on Tuesday afternoon, the short remainder of the week seemed enormously long to Ingred.

Her form mates were the same, but everything else was absolutely changed; she might have been at a new school.

She appreciated the convenient arrangements of the handsome building: the lecture-hall, with its stained-glass window and polished floor, the airy class-rooms, the studio with its facilities for every kind of art work, the three music-rooms, the laboratory, the gymnasium, and, last but not least, the hostel.

Ingred had never before been a boarder, and she had not expected to like the experience, but there is a subtle charm in community life that infects everybody with "the spirit of the hive," and in spite of herself she began to be interested in the particular set of faces that met round the table for meals.

The greater part of the girls were in the middle and lower school, but there were a few members of the Sixth, who sat next to Mrs.
Best, the matron, and Nurse Warner, and looked with superior eyes on the crowd of intermediates and juniors.