I only wish there was time to do it this evening.

Oh, why did I ever write to her and make her want to come to this school ?" "Poor old Ulyth! You've certainly let yourself in for more than you bargained for," laughed the girls, half sorry for her and half amused.
Next morning, after breakfast, the very instant that Miss Bowes was installed in her study, a "rap-tap-tap" sounded on her door.
"Come in!" she called, and sighed as Ulyth entered, for she had a shrewd suspicion of what she was about to hear.
"Please, Miss Bowes, I'm sorry to have to ask a favour, but may Rona be changed into another dormitory ?" "Why, Ulyth, you wrote to me specially and asked if you might have her for a room-mate!" "Yes, I did; but I hadn't seen her then.

I thought she'd be so different." "Isn't it a little too soon to judge?
You haven't known her twenty-four hours yet." "I know as much of her as I ever want to.

Oh, Miss Bowes, she's dreadful! I'll never like her.

I can't have her in my room--I simply can't!" There was a shake, suggestive of tears, in Ulyth's voice.