Mr. Parker had himself visited St. Wode's College, had seen the princ.i.p.al, Miss Lauderdale, and had pleaded the cause of Leslie Gilroy with such pa.s.sion and effect that special arrangements had been made in her favor, and she was admitted to the same hall as Marjorie and Eileen.

For the first term she must share a large room with another girl; but that was a trifling matter to Leslie, who, now that things were thoroughly arranged, wished to start on her new career without a moment's delay. As she had already pa.s.sed the London Matriculation, there was no difficulty about her admission as soon as room could be found for her. This being arranged, she was able to go to St. Wode's at the beginning of Trinity term. It so happened, therefore, that Let.i.tia, Eileen, Marjorie, and Leslie Gilroy all found themselves on a certain afternoon in the same cab, driving to St. Wode's from the railway station, a mile and a half distant. The girls' luggage was to follow them; and as there happened to be a place in the cab for a fourth, and Leslie was standing, looking just a little forlorn, on the platform, Marjorie went up to her and suggested that they should all go together.

"For I know you are a St. Wode's girl," she said.

"How could you possibly guess that?" replied Leslie, looking with admiration at Marjorie whose plain dress could never take away from the charm of her handsome face.

"There was really no mystery about it." said Marjorie, after a pause. "I am not a magician; but I happened to see the name of St. Wode's on that basket-trunk a minute or two ago. Will you come with us?"

"I shall be only too delighted," was the reply. "I was feeling quite lost and strange. It would be nice to go to college in company. Is this your first term?" she added, as she seated herself in the cab.

"Yes, yes; we are all freshers," replied Lettie. "We shall all have a most unenviable position, that I can foretell. There is a certain Miss Acheson, who resides in North Hall, who has told us of some of the discomforts, and, for my part, if I had not promised--"

"Oh, hush, please, Lettie; don't say any more," said Eileen. "You need not begin by frightening Miss Gilroy. You look, Miss Gilroy, as if you intended to have a good time."

Leslie did not reply, except with her eyes, which were smiling. She was looking her best, dressed neatly and suitably, with her white sailor hat making an effective contrast to the meshes of her bright golden hair.

"Well, I do wonder how everything will turn out," said Eileen. "By the way, Miss Gilroy, you did not tell us which Hall you were going to?"

"I believe I am to share a room with another student at North Hall," she answered. Then she continued, the smiles which she could not suppress now visiting her eyes, "Is not the whole scheme delightful? I do wonder what the other students will be like."

"And what the tutors will be like," continued Marjorie eagerly. "There are two resident tutors in each house, and also a vice-princ.i.p.al. Miss Lauderdale is, of course, the princ.i.p.al over the entire college. I expect I shall be somewhat afraid of her."

"I don't intend to be afraid of anyone," said Eileen. "When one makes up one's mind to lead a really useful life, surely small matters, such as little nervousnesses, ought not to count."

Leslie gazed hard at Eileen, as if she would read her through.

Marjorie bent suddenly forward and laid her hand on Leslie's knee.

"Will you tell me something?" she asked earnestly. "Are you coming to St. Wode's to be a useful member of society, or a learned, or an ornamental one?"

"I have not thought of it in that light," said Leslie. "I want to go in for learning, of course. As to being ornamental, I have no time to think about that; and useful-well, I hope that learned and useful will, in my case, go together. I have a great deal to do during the three years which are before me-a delightful three years I have no doubt they will prove. What special subjects do you mean to take up, Miss--"

"Chetwynd is my name," said Eileen; "but I hope you won't call me it. I am sure we shall be friends, more particularly as we are to start our new life in the same hall. Oh, I shall have much to tell you by and by.

Lettie, why is that frown between your brows?"

"I did not know that I was frowning," answered Let.i.tia, "I was only thinking of the ornamental part of life, and how I could carry it out most effectively."

Let.i.tia was dressed with special care, not unsuitably, for she had too good taste for that; but so daintily, so exquisitely, with such a careful eye to the smallest details that Marjorie and Eileen looked rough and gauche beside her. Their serge skirts had been made by a work-girl, as nothing would induce them to waste money on a dressmaker.

The work-girl had been discovered by Eileen in Fox Buildings. She had a lame knee and a sick brother, and Eileen seized upon her at once as a suitable person for the job, as she expressed it. Finally, she was given most of the girls' outfits to undertake.

She worked neatly, but had not the slightest idea of fitting. With numberless blouses, however, and a couple of serge skirts, and sailor hats, though cheap, at least looking clean, the girls pa.s.sed muster, and were totally indifferent to their own appearance.

"When once we have plunged into our new work we shall be as happy as the day is long," said Eileen. "I wonder if Belle arrived yesterday or to-day?"

"I sincerely trust she won't come till to-morrow," said Let.i.tia, with a shudder. "I do not know for what sin I am doomed to reside under the same roof with that terrible girl."

"A terrible girl? Who can she be?" asked Leslie.

"You will know for yourself before you have been many days at St.

Wode's," was Lettie's enigmatical reply. "Oh, and here we are, turning in at the gates! My heart does go pit-a-pat."

Leslie's face also became suffused with pink as the cabman drew up at the large wooden gates, which were presently opened by a neatly dressed young woman who lived at the lodge just within.

The grounds were three-quarters of a mile in length, and the four halls, built round a quadrangle, stood in the middle. There was a wide and smoothly kept gra.s.s lawn in front of the halls, and a gravel sweep going right round them. The cab presently delivered up its four occupants, and Eileen, Marjorie, and Leslie found themselves in a small waiting room inside West Hall, where they were to remain until the housekeeper could arrive to take them to their several rooms. They had not to wait long. A cheery young woman of about seven-and-twenty presently made her appearance, asked them their names, told them that their trunks would be brought to their rooms as soon as ever they arrived, and then requested them to follow her.

She tripped up some wide stone stairs, dest.i.tute of carpets, and then down a corridor, slippery with parquetry work. The next moment she had flung open a door, and revealed a good-sized room, which was occupied by another girl at the farther end, who wore a shock of red hair rather untidily put up in a loose knot at the back of her head.

"Miss Colchester, I see you have arrived," said Miss Payne the housekeeper. "This is your room-fellow; may I introduce you to Miss Leslie Gilroy?"

"Pray come in, Miss Gilroy; you are heartily welcome," said Miss Colchester, jumping up, coming forward, and gazing hard at Leslie. She then extended an awkward hand.

"I am glad to see you," she said. "I hope you don't mind the room being in disorder. I have only just begun to unpack, and everything is helter-skelter. I was never tidy-no, never! I begin to think I like things helter-skelter."

"Oh, I don't mind, of course!" answered Leslie; but her heart sank. In her mother's small house the motto impressed upon each child was the old-fashioned one: "A place for everything, and everything in its place."

"I suppose I shall have one side of the room to myself?" she continued.

Marjorie and Eileen had been left on the landing. They overheard Leslie's last somewhat despairing words, glanced at one another, and smiled. They were then conducted to their rooms at the farther end of the corridor.

"This is your room, Miss Eileen," said Miss Payne. "Miss Marjorie has an exact counterpart at the other side of the corridor. Behind this screen you will keep your washhand-stand. This sofa forms your bed at night.

This chest of drawers is for your linen and the bodice of your dresses.

Behind this curtain you will hang your skirts. Here is your writing-table. It remains with yourself to make your room pretty and neat, or the reverse. You may buy any ornaments in the way of pictures, or anything else you fancy. When you touch this handle you turn on the electric light. Would you care for a fire? Here are coal and wood for the purpose, and I will send in a servant to light it at once, if you wish."

"No, thank you; it is quite a warm evening," replied Eileen. "Is Marjorie's room just the same?"

"Precisely; but I think you have the prettier view."

"Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed Eileen. "Do look, Marjorie; there is that great park in the distance, and the river down there. Oh, please--" She turned to speak to Miss Payne, but Miss Payne had already vanished.

"Well, we are landed at last!" she said, clasping her sister's hand.

"Does it not seem almost too delightful?"

"Splendid!" cried Marjorie. "Do you know, Eileen, I have taken a fancy to that pretty Miss Gilroy?"

"So have I," answered Marjorie. "But I expect she will have a bad time, poor dear, with Miss Colchester. Anyone can see Miss Gilroy is of the orderly sort. Now, I don't care a bit about having things in perfect order."

"But, Marjorie," said Eileen, "I have been reading up about that lately, and I think you and I ought to cultivate order very a.s.siduously if we mean to be really useful women. Oh, by the way! our hair is beginning to grow; we must find a barber to-morrow in order to reduce our crops to the right length."

"An inch and a half being the length permitted," said Marjorie, with a smile. "I am curious to see poor old Belle. Lettie will have awful tales to tell of her. Well, this life is interesting, is it not, Eileen?"

CHAPTER XII

INKY ANNIE.