"Ann Hicks," responded Ruth, firmly. "That is the name she wishes to be known by, dear Mrs. Tellingham."
"I don"t know who could be writing you but Uncle Bill," said Ann Hicks, blunderingly. "And I expect he"s told you a-plenty."
"I think "Uncle Bill" must be the most recklessly generous man in the world, my dear," observed Mrs. Tellingham, taking and holding one of Ann"s brown hands, and looking closely at the western girl.
For a moment the new girl blushed and her own eyes shone. "You bet he is!
I--I beg pardon," she stammered. "Uncle Bill is all right."
"And Jennie Stone"s Aunt Kate has been writing me about you, too. It seems she was much interested in you when you visited their place at Lighthouse Point."
"She"s very kind," murmured the new girl.
"And Mrs. Murchiston, Helen"s governess, has spoken a good word for you,"
added the preceptress.
"Why--why I didn"t know so many people _cared_," stammered Ann.
"You see, you have a way of making friends unconsciously. I can see that,"
Mrs. Tellingham said, kindly. "Now, do not be discouraged. You will make friends among the girls in just the same way. Don"t mind their banter for a while. The rough edges will soon rub off----"
"But there _are_ rough edges," admitted the western girl, hanging her head.
"Don"t mind. There are such in most girls" characters and they show up when first they come to school. Keep cheerful. Come to me if you are in real trouble--and stick close to Miss Fielding, here. I can"t give you any better advice than that," added Mrs. Tellingham, with a laugh.
Then she was ready to listen to Ruth"s plea that the room next to The Fox and her chums be given up to Ruth, Helen, Mercy and the new girl.
"We love our little room; but it was crowded with Mercy last half; and we could all get along splendidly in a quartette room," said Ruth.
"All right," agreed the princ.i.p.al. "I"ll telephone to Miss Scrimp and Miss Picolet. Now, go and see about getting settled, young ladies. I expect much of you this half, Ruth Fielding. As for Ann, I shall take her in hand myself on Monday and see what cla.s.ses she would best enter."
"She"s fine," declared Ann Hicks, when they were outside again. "I can get along with her. But how about the girls?"
"They"ll be nice to you, too--after a bit. Of course, everybody new has to expect some hazing. Thank your stars that you won"t have to be put through the initiation of the marble harp," and she pointed to a marble figure in the tiny Italian garden in the middle of the campus.
When Ann wanted to know what _that_ meant, Ruth repeated the legend as all new girls at Briarwood must learn it. But Ruth and her friends had long since agreed that no other nervous or high-strung girl was to be hazed, as she and Helen had been, when they first came to the Hall. So the ceremony of the marble harp was abolished. It has been described in the former volume of this series, "Ruth Fielding at Briarwood Hall."
The two went back to the dormitory that had become like home to Ruth. Miss Picolet, the little French teacher, beckoned them into her study. "I must be the good friend of your good friend, too, Miss Fielding," she said, and shook hands warmly with Ann.
The matron of the house had already opened and aired the large room next to that which had been so long occupied by The Fox and her chums. The eight girls made the corridor ring with laughter and shouts while they were getting settled. The trunks had arrived from Lumberton and Helen and Ruth were busy decorating the big room which they were to share in the future with the lame girl and Ann Hicks.
There were two wide beds in it; but each girl had her own dressing case and her locker and closet There were four windows and two study tables.
It was a delightful place, they all agreed.
"Hush! tell it not in Gath; whisper it not in Ascalon!" hissed The Fox, peering into the room. "You girls have the best there is. It"s lots bigger than our quartette----"
"Oh, I don"t think so. Only a "teeny" bit larger," responded Ruth, quickly.
"Then it"s Heavy that takes up so much s.p.a.ce in our room. She dwarfs everything. However," said the red-haired girl, "you can have lots more fun in here. Shove back everything against one wall, roll up the rugs, and then we can dance."
"And have Picolet after us in a hurry," observed Helen, laughing.
"Barefoot dancing is still in vogue," retorted The Fox. "Helen can play her violin."
"After retiring bell? No, thanks!" exclaimed Ruth"s chum. "I am to stand better in my cla.s.ses this half than last spring or Monsieur Pa-_pa_ will have something to say to me. He doesn"t often preach; but that black-haired brother of mine did better last term than I did. Can"t have that."
"They"re awfully strict with the boys over at Seven Oaks," sighed Heavy, who was chewing industriously as she talked, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"What are you eating, Heavy?" demanded Belle, suddenly.
"Some of those doughnut holes, I bet!" giggled Lluella. "They must be awful filling, Heavy."
"Nothing _is_ filling," replied the stout girl. "Just think, almost the whole universe is filled with just atmosphere--and your head, Lluella."
"That"s not pretty, dear," remarked The Fox, pinching Heavy. "Don"t be nasty to your playmates."
"Well, I"ve got to eat," groaned Heavy. "If you knew how long it seemed from luncheon to supper time----"
Despite all Ruth Fielding could do, the girl from Silver Ranch felt herself a good deal out of this nonsense and joviality. Ann could not talk the way these girls did. She felt serious when she contemplated her future in the school.
"I"d--I"d run away if it wasn"t for Uncle Bill," she whispered to herself, looking out of the window at the hundreds of girls parading the walks about the campus.
Almost every two girls seemed chums. They walked with their arms about each other"s waists, and chattered like magpies. Ann Hicks wanted to run and hide somewhere, for she was more lonely now than she had ever been when wandering about the far-reaching range on the Montana ranch!
CHAPTER VII
"A HARD ROW TO HOE"
Since Ruth Fielding had organized the S.B."s, or Sweetbriars, there had been little hazing at Briarwood Hall. Of course, this was the first real opening of the school year since that auspicious occasion; but the effect of the new society and its teachings upon the whole school was marked.
Rivalries had ceased to a degree. The old Upedes, of which The Fox had been the head, no longer played their tricks. The Fox had grown much older in appearance, if not in years. She had had her lesson.
Belle and Lluella and Heavy were not so reckless, either. And as the S.B."s stood for friendship, kindness, helpfulness, and all its members wore the pretty badge, it was likely to be much easier for those "infants"
who joined the school now.
Ann Hicks was bound to receive some hard knocks, even as Mrs. Tellingham had suggested. But "roughing it" a little is sometimes good for girls as well as boys.
In her own western home Ann could have held her own with anybody. She was so much out of her usual element here at Briarwood that she was like a startled hare. She scented danger on all sides.
Her roommates could not always defend her, although even Mercy, the unmerciful, tried. Ann Hicks was so big, and blundering. She was taller than most girls of her age, and "raw-boned" like her uncle. Some time she might really be handsome; but there was little promise of it as yet.
When the princ.i.p.al started her in her studies, it was soon discovered that Ann, big girl though she was, had to take some of the lessons belonging to the primary grade. And she made a sorry appearance in recitation, at best.
There were plenty of girls to laugh at her. There is nothing so cruel as a schoolgirl"s tongue when it is unbridled. And unless the victim is blessed with either a large sense of humor, or an apt brain for repartee, it goes hard with her.