Part 2 (1/2)

During those two weeks of absence from school Nan certainly had experienced some exciting times. Included in her adventures were her experiences in rescuing two foolish country girls who had run away to be motion picture actresses. In addition Nan Sherwood had saved little Inez, a street child, and had taken her back to ”the little dwelling in amity,” as Papa Sherwood called their Tillbury home. For Nan's parents had returned from across the seas, and she was beginning this second semester at Lakeview Hall in a much happier state of mind in every way than she had begun the first one.

It was only to be expected that Nan would try to make the coming of the girl in brown, Rhoda Hammond, more pleasant than her own first appearance at school had been.

But the girls who had remained at the Hall over the holidays were fairly wild. At least, Mrs. Cupp said so, and Mrs. Cupp, Doctor Beulah Prescott's housekeeper, ought to know for she had had complete charge of the crowd during the intermission of studies.

”And, believe me,” sighed Laura Polk, ”we've led the dear some dance.”

Mrs. Cupp looked very stern now as she suddenly appeared from her office at the end of the big hall. She scarcely responded to the greetings of the girls who had returned--not even to Nan's--but asked in a most forbidding tone:

”Who is there new? Girls who have for the first time arrived, come into my office at once. There is time for the usual formalities before supper.”

”Oh, my dear,” murmured Bess Harley wickedly, and loud enough for the girl in brown to hear her, ”she is in a dreadful temper. She certainly will put these poor sawneys through the wringer tonight.”

Rhoda Hammond evidently took this ”with a grain of salt.” She asked, before going to the office:

”What sort of instrument of torture is the 'wringer,' please?”

”I am speaking in metaphor,” explained Bess. ”But you wait! She will wring tears from your eyes before she gets through with you.

As the little girls say, you can see her 'mad is up.'”

”Oh, now, Elizabeth,” warned Nan, ”don't scare her.”

Rhoda walked away without another word. Bess looked after her with an admiring light in her eyes.

”Oh, Nan! isn't she beautifully dressed?”

”Richly dressed, I agree,” said Nan. ”But Mrs. Cupp will have something to say about that.”

”I know,” giggled the wicked and slangy Bess. ”She'll give her an earful about dressing 'out of order.' She is worse than Linda.”

”No. Better,” said Nan confidently. ”Whoever chose that girl's outfit showed beautiful taste, even if she is dressed much too richly for the standard of Lakeview Hall.”

Linking arms a little later, when the supper gong sounded, the two friends from Tillbury sought the pleasant dining-room where the whole school--”primes” as well as the four upper divisions--ate at long tables, with an instructor in charge of each division.

But discipline was relaxed to-night, as it was always at such times. Even Mrs. Cupp, who, all through the meal, marched up and down the room with a hawk eye on everything and everybody, was less strict than ordinarily.

The moment Nan Sherwood appeared the little girls hailed her as their chum and ”Big Sister.” Nothing would do but she must sit at their table and share their food for this one meal.

”Oh, dear, Nan!” cried one little miss, ”did you bring back Beautiful Beulah all safe and sound with you? Shall we have her to play with again this term?”

”Why, bless you, honey!” returned the bigger girl, ”I did not even take the doll away. Mrs. Cupp has charge of it, and if she lets me, we will take it up into Room Seven, Corridor Four, to-morrow.”

”Oh, won't that be nice?” acclaimed the little girls, for Nan's big doll was an inst.i.tution at Lakeview Hall among more than the children in the primary department.

But at the end of the meal Nan was dragged away by the older girls.

They were an excited and hilarious crowd.

”There's something doing!” whispered Bess in Nan's ear. ”That new girl is on our corridor. You know the room that was shut up all last term?”