"Come and sit near me, Molly," said Kate, in her kind voice. "After supper," she whispered, as Molly sank down into the vacant chair, "I have a little plan to talk over with you and Amy Frost. You must both come and see me in my dormitory."
"Yes," replied Molly.
"I am not fortunate like you," answered Kate; "I can only receive you in my share of the dormitory. Oh, I don't complain of my little cubicle, but a cubicle is very different from a room."
"Yes," answered Molly, in a reflective tone. She thought that Kate's eyes were fixed upon her with an expectant and wistful glance.
She longed to ask her to chum with her in her own pretty room, but the thought of Cecil restrained her.
"Do you find the room very hot?" asked Amy Frost's voice at her elbow.
Molly, who was flushed already, grew redder than ever.
"I suppose I look very hot," she replied; "I forgot all about changing my dress, I was so busy unpacking."
"Unpacking from tea to supper time!" responded Amy. "What a lot of dresses you must have brought!"