“She’s chummed with Miss Rathmore, then,” said the older girl, quickly.
“Yes. I must break up that clique. Put her with Miss Rathmore. And do see that the child has some dinner; she must be hungry,” said the Madame, laughing again.
Then she once more shook Nancy’s hand.
“Go with Corinne, dear. If you want to know anything, ask her. Read the rules of the Hall, which you will find framed in your room. If you obey them cheerfully, you can’t go far wrong. Good-night, Nancy Nelson! and I hope you will sleep well your first night at Pinewood Hall.”
CHAPTER IX
CORA RATHMORE
Nancy followed the senior out of the principal’s presence, feeling much encouraged. Madame Schakael was so different from Miss Prentice, the principal of the school at which Nancy had lived so many years.
“Isn’t she just the sweetest woman you ever met?” demanded Corinne, enthusiastically.