“No one talked about anything I didn’t understand, either, except basket-ball, and Betty’s promised to teach me how to play that the first chance she gets.”
Then she continued sleepily:
“Every one home used to say I was different from most girls, and Aunt Hannah said I was a tomboy. But I’m just like all the rest—just an ordinary girl.”
And with a sigh of contentment she snuggled down in her pillows and dropped off to sleep to dream of the happy year to come.
[CHAPTER II—THE PAPER CHASE]
It was two o’clock in the afternoon and the end of the first school day. There had been no lessons to speak of. The new girls had been piloted to the various classrooms, introduced to the teachers, received their books and the general plan for the year had been laid out.
At the close of the last period Lois Farwell and Betty Thompson met in the Study Hall corridor, and locking arms, sauntered off in the direction of Freshman Lane.
“My, but it’s good to be back again,” began Betty, playing a tattoo with her pencil on the steam pipes, that ran along under the windows on one side of the corridor; “bully to be back,” she repeated.
“Bet, do stop that fiendish noise,” begged Lois. “You’re as bad as ever. Yes, it is good to be back; what shall we do to celebrate?”
“Let’s talk about the new girls,” suggested Betty; “how do you like them so far?”