She had a small photograph of Mrs. Dayton in her writing desk. There had not been any keepsakes to bring.
"Won't you come and be introduced to some of the girls? They are in Daisy Bell's room."
"Wouldn't I——" she hesitated.
"Be an intruder? Oh dear no. The sooner you get over these things the better. Come!"
Helen's first day at Aldred House.—Page 192.
She took Helen's hand and led her to a room two or three doors down. The screens had been pushed aside. On one bed sat two girls, two others were hanging pictures and spreading bric-a-brac on brackets and shelves. One of the girls was still in short skirts, and Helen felt secretly glad. This was Daisy Bell.
"Oh, thank goodness you're not grown up," cried Daisy, eyeing her from head to toe. "I wept, I prayed, I entreated for long skirts, and I couldn't move my mother, any more than the rock of Gibraltar."
"Well, you're not a senior. Why should you care?"
"How old are you, Miss Grant?"