SHADYSIDE SCHOOL
"Isn"t it a pretty station!" said Louise Littell.
Betty agreed with her.
The lawn was still green about the gray stone building and the tiles on the low-hanging roof were moss green, too. The long platform was roofed over and seemed swarming with girls and boys. Evidently a train had come in from the other direction a few minutes before the Junction train, for bags and suitcases and trunks were heaped up outside the baggage room door and the busses backed up to the edge of the gravel driveway were partially filled with pa.s.sengers.
The blue and silver uniforms of the Salsette cadets were much in evidence, and Betty"s first thought was of how nice Bob Henderson would look in uniform.
"There"s our friend!" whispered Tommy Tucker, directing Betty"s attention to the severe-looking elderly woman whom he had so bothered on the train. "Gee, do you suppose she goes to Shadyside? I thought it was a girls" School!"
"Oh, do be quiet!" scolded Bobby Littell "Tommy, you"ve got us in a peck of trouble--she"s one of the teachers!"
"How do you know?" demanded Tommy. "Who told you?"
"Well, if you"d keep still a minute, you"d hear," said the exasperated Bobby.
Sure enough, a pleasant, fresh-faced woman, hardly more than a girl, was escorting the gray-haired woman to a waiting touring car.
"You"re the last of the staff to come," she said clearly. Mrs. Eustice was beginning to worry about you. Will you tell her that I"m coming up in the bus with the girls?"
"All right, you win," admitted Tommy. "Why couldn"t she say she was a teacher instead of acting so blamed exclusive? Anyway, she probably won"t connect you girls with me--all boys look alike to her."
"She has a wonderful memory--like a camera," surmised Bobby gloomily.
"You wait and see."
"Girls, are all of you for Shadyside?" The young woman had come up to them and now she smiled at the giggling, chattering group with engaging friendliness. "I thought you were. We take this auto-stage over here.
Give your baggage checks to this porter. I"m Miss Anderson, the physical instructor."
"Salsette boys this way!" boomed a stentorian voice.
"Good-bye, Betty. See you soon," whispered Bob, giving Betty"s hand a hurried squeeze. "We"re only across the lake, you know."
"You chaps, _move_!" directed the voice snappily.
With one accord the group dissolved, the boys hastening to the stage marked "Salsette" and the girls following Miss Anderson.
There were two stages for the Academy and two for Shadyside, and a smaller bus which, they afterward learned, followed the route to the town, which was not on the railroad.
"Betty, darling!"
A pretty girl tumbled down the stage steps and nearly choked Betty with the fervency of her embrace.
It was Norma Guerin, and Alice was waiting, smiling. Betty was delighted to meet these old friends, and she introduced them to the Littell girls and Libbie and Frances in the happy, tangled fashion that such introductions usually are performed. Names and faces get straightened out more gradually.
The stage in which they found themselves, for the seven girls insisted on sitting near each other, was well-filled. They had started and were lurching along the rather uneven road when Betty found herself staring at a girl on the other side of the bus.
"Where have I seen her before?" she puzzled. "I wonder--does she look like some one I know? Oh, I remember! She"s the girl we saw on the train--the one that took Bob"s seat!"
Just then a girl sitting up near the driver"s seat leaned forward.
"Ada!" she called. "Ada Nansen! Are you the girl they say brought five trunks and three hat boxes?"
"Well, they"re little ones!" said the girl sitting opposite Betty. "I wanted to bring three wardrobe trunks, but mother thought Mrs. Eustice might make a fuss."
So the girl"s name was Ada Nansen. Betty was sure she remembered their encounter on the train, if for no other reason than that Ada studiously refused to meet her eye. Betty was too inexperienced to know that a certain type of girl never takes a step toward making a new friend unless she has the worldly standing of that friend first clearly fixed in her mind.
"What gorgeous furs she has!" whispered Norma Guerin. "Do you know her, Betty?"
Betty shook her head. Strictly speaking, she did not know Ada. What she did know of her was not pleasant, and it was part of Betty"s personal creed never to repeat anything unkind if nothing good was to come of it.
"I can tell Bob, "cause he knows about her," she said to herself. "Won"t he be surprised! I do hope she hasn"t brought a huge wardrobe to school to make Norma and Alice feel bad."
Though both the Guerin girls wore the neatest blouses and suits, any girl could immediately have told you that their clothes were not new that season and that the little bag each carried had been oiled and polished at home.
That Ada Nansen"s trunks were worrying Norma, too, her next remark showed.
"Alice and I have only one trunk between us," she confided to Betty.
"Mother said Mrs. Eustice never allowed the girls to dress much. I made Alice"s party frock and mine, too. They"re plain white."
"So"s mine," said Betty quickly. "Mrs. Littell wouldn"t let her daughters have elaborate clothes, and the Littells have oceans of money. I don"t believe Ada can wear her fine feathers now she has "em."
Twenty minutes" ride brought them in sight of the school, and as the bus turned down the road that led to the lake, many exclamations of pleasure were heard.
A double row of weeping willows, now bare, of course, bordered the lake, and the sloping lawns of the school led down to these. The red brick buildings of the Salsette Academy could be glimpsed on the other sh.o.r.e.
Shadyside consisted of a large brick and limestone building that the last term pupils in the busses obligingly explained was the "administration," where cla.s.ses were taught. The gymnasium was also in this building. In addition were three gray stone buildings, connected with bridges, in which were the dormitories, the teachers" rooms, the dining room, the infirmary, and the kitchens. The administration building was also connected with the other buildings by a covered pa.s.sageway which, they were to discover, was opened only in bad weather. Mrs.
Eustice, the princ.i.p.al, had a theory that girls did not get out into the fresh air often enough.
The main building possessed a handsome doorway, and here the busses stopped and discharged their pa.s.sengers.
"Ada, my dear love!" cried a girl from the bus behind the one in which Betty and her friends had ridden.
An over-dressed, stout girl advanced upon Ada Nansen and kissed her affectionately.
"Look quick! That"s Ruth Gladys Royal!" whispered Bobby. "I hope they room together--they"ll be a pair. Ada, my dear love!" she mimicked wickedly. "Libbie, let that be a warning to you--Ruth Gladys Royal is terribly romantic, too!"
Miss Anderson, smiling and unhurried, marshaled her charges into the large foyer and announced that they would be a.s.signed to rooms before luncheon.
"Mrs. Eustice will speak to you in the a.s.sembly hall this afternoon,"
said Miss Anderson. "And you will meet her and the teachers for a little social hour."
Two busy young clerks were at work in the office adjoining the foyer, and for those who were already provided with a room-mate the task of securing a room was a matter of only a few moments.
Our girls, with the exception of Louise, had paired off when they had registered for the term. Bobby Littell and Betty Gordon were, of course, inseparable. Libbie and Frances, great friends in their home town, naturally gravitated together, though Betty would have chosen a less studious room-mate for the dreamy Libbie--she needed a girl who would know more accurately what she was doing. Norma and Alice Guerin were to share a room, and Louise felt forlornly out of things when Miss Anderson came up to her bringing a red-haired, freckle-faced girl with wide gray eyes and a boyish grin.
"Louise Littell--you are Louise, aren"t you?" asked the teacher. "Well, here"s a girl who"s come to us from a Western army post. Her name is Constance Howard, and she doesn"t know a single girl. Don"t you think you two might be happy together?"
Constance smiled again, and Louise warmed perceptibly. Louise was the least friendly of the three Littell girls.