When a glance over her shoulder assured her that she was rid of them, she settled down with a blissful sigh.

What greater honor could she have than to be chosen as the confidante of the most brilliant pupil ever enrolled at Warwick Hall?
At least it was reported that that was the faculty's opinion of her.

Dora's roommate, Cornie Dean, had chosen Lloyd Sherman as the shrine of her young affections, and it was from Cornie that Dora had learned the personal history of her literary idol.

She knew that Lloyd Sherman's mother was Betty's godmother, and that the two girls lived together as sisters in a beautiful old home in Kentucky called "The Locusts." She had seen the photograph of the place hanging in Betty's room, and had heard scraps of information about the various house-parties that had frolicked under the hospitable rooftree of the fine old mansion.

She knew that they had travelled abroad, and had had all sorts of delightful and unusual experiences.