CHAPTER VI
GREYCLIFF GIRLS
There were only thirty or forty girls at luncheon, although from the excitement and noise of arrivals Cathalina had been sure that the Hall was full. “Just wait till tonight,” said Lilian North, who accompanied the girls to their door. “Then you’ll not be able to hear yourself think in the dining room.”
Once more in the privacy of their own little apartment, Cathalina and Hilary began to put on the finishing touches to arrangement of their possessions and to think of coming duties. “Recitations begin tomorrow,” said Hilary, “and we must find out about the rooms and teachers and everything.”
“I’m simply frightened to death to think of it! How am I ever going to get up and say anything before a roomful of girls and with a sharp-eyed professor looking at me. My!”
Hilary looked at Cathalina in surprise. “Why should you mind so much? Are you always that way?”
“‘Always,’—why, Hilary, I never went to school in my life before!”
“O,” Hilary was wondering and wanting to ask why and all about it.
“That is why,” Cathalina ran on, “my work is so irregular. I’m ahead in some things and behind in others.”
“You have had private teachers, then?”
“Yes.”