I'm learning the violin, and I'm to start oil-painting this term." She seemed such a pleasant, winsome kind of girl that Ingred, who was apt to take sudden fancies, constituted herself her cicerone, and showed her round the school.

By the time they had made the entire tour of the buildings, Ingred began to wonder whether, without offense, it would be possible to leave her desk, next to Verity, and sit beside Bess.

There was a great charm of voice and manner about the new-comer, and Ingred's musical ear was sensitive to gentle voices.

She discussed Bess with the others next morning before school.
"Yes, she's pretty, and that blue dress is simply adorable," conceded Nora.

"I'm going to have an embroidered one myself next time." "Her hair is so sweet," commented Francie.
"I call her ripping!" said Ingred with enthusiasm.
"Well, you ought to take an interest in her, Ingred, considering that she lives at Rotherwood," put in Beatrice.
"At Rotherwood!" "Yes, didn't you know _that_ ?" Ingred, under pretence of distributing exercise-books, turned hastily away.