"Oh, I shall be delighted."
She almost ran into Daisy's arms in the hall.
"I was coming to tell you some news," exclaimed the girl eagerly, her eyes shining with pleasure.
"Oh, I know Roxy Mays ferreted that out! I do believe it is as she says, a bird in the air tells her."
"No. Mrs. Aldred spoke to me."
The sweet face lighted up instantly.
"That is all right then. I like to have the telling of something first, don't you? I think we shall get along nicely. I should not like every girl——"
"Oh, thank you;" laughingly.
"That is true of us all, isn't it, or most of us? I would not like to room with anyone who was not neat, I'd like someone fond of study to spur me on. I'm dismal at algebra, and I can help you in the Latin. And then your room isn't crowded up with everything. I think so much makes you tired. And this is an awful heresy, but I am tired of Gibson girls, and nearly all having the same pictures and ornaments. It isn't restful. Think of Claudine Marr's room. I wonder if she ever draws a good, unimpeded breath? I'm not surprised that she has headaches."