At least, they'd be familiar eyes." "Oh," sighed Anne.

"I can't describe how I felt when I was standing there, waiting my turn to be registered--as insignificant as the teeniest drop in a most enormous bucket.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant, and that is how I did feel--as if I were invisible to the naked eye and some of those Sophs might step on me.

I knew I would go down to my grave unwept, unhonored and unsung." "Wait till next year," comforted Priscilla.

"Then we'll be able to look as bored and sophisticated as any Sophomore of them all.