As she sat idly wondering what the subject of her next theme should be, the sound of voices reached her ears, proceeding from the back parlor that adjoined the room in which Grace sat.

Two girls had entered the other room, but the heavy portieres which hung in the dividing arch, hid them from view.

The voices, however, Grace recognized with a start as belonging to Beatrice Alden, the disagreeable junior, and Alberta Wicks of the sophomore class.
"I'll be glad when my sophomore year is over," grumbled Alberta Wicks.
"Mary and I have asked for a room here.

I hope we get it.

If we do we will be able, at least, to eat our meals without the eternal accompaniment of Miss Harlowe's and Miss Nesbit's doings.