"Miss Ashe is a new girl—a Junior," Annabel explained to her friends. "She's on our floor—in number ten, with Joy Cross."
Sue Hemphill crumpled up like a withered rose-leaf and leaned against a blackboard for support.
"Oh, you poor thing! You must have been born for trouble—."
"Now, Sue, don't!" Annabel protested. "Just because you had her last year and didn't like her—"
"Do you? Does Ruth? Does anybody?" Sue asked.
"Miss North does," Ruth replied; "and Mrs. Goodwin and Mrs. White and Madame de Cartier and Professor Howe—"
"The entire Faculty, to say nothing of the janitor and maids," Sue interrupted.
"You mean—that she's a sort of teacher's pet?" Blue Bonnet, asked slowly.
"Well—'pet' would be going some, for Joy," Annabel laughed. "But you're warm—very warm!"
"Or you will be, before many days. You'll be a regular barometer, going up—going up—going up—"