One of her mess-hall tricks, when unobserved by her instructors, was to walk with six plates and a water-pitcher all gracefully poised on the top of her head after the fashion of the Asiatic and the African, her hips moving, her shoulders, neck, and head still.

Girls begged weeks on end to have her repeat this "stunt," as they called it.

Another was to put her arms behind her and with a rush imitate the Winged Victory, a copy of which graced the library hall.
"You know," one little rosy-cheeked satellite used to urge on her, adoringly, "she must have been like you.

Her head must have been like yours.

You are lovely when you do it." For answer Berenice's deep, almost black-blue eyes turned on her admirer with solemn unflattered consideration.