As Ann rapidly rounded the administration building to reach the walk which led to the “Castle,” she almost ran into Marta Ward, who greeted her with enthusiasm. “Why it’s Ann!” she exclaimed. “When did you get in?” The girls embraced and Ann explained that she had only just arrived and had been directed to the Castle.
“Yes,” cried Marta, “are you disappointed that you did not get into the new cottage? We were next on the list, I think, but the girls who have been here longer got the first chance and then Madeline and Suzanne were to be with Genevieve, and—say, Ann, whom do you think we have in our suite, for they have put four of us together?”
“I could make a good guess, I think, Marta, from somebody’s name that was down in two places. But I am astonished, just the same.”
“Yes, it’s Frostie herself,” laughed Marta. “Will wonders never cease!”
“Honestly? How did it happen?”
“I don’t know exactly, but Aline says that Eleanor and Genevieve had a serious quarrel or misunderstanding or something, and besides, Eleanor can’t endure Madeline. So it seems that when she found out how things had been arranged, without consulting her, she claims, she went up in the air and went to Miss Tudor; and finally, Miss Tudor arranged for us to be together. She thinks a great deal of you and Aline, and I am a necessary evil, I guess.”
“Not much. Eleanor need not get snippy, or I’ll do some going up in the air,” Ann laughed.
“Really, Ann, Eleanor is just as nice as she can be about things. If I had not known that bunch of girls last year, I would not suppose that Eleanor belonged.”
“What in the world will Suzanne and Madeline think about it?” queried Ann, a little worried. “They just went over there. I wonder who is in Eleanor’s place.”