Miette sat two seats behind Nita Brandt, but Nita managed to sit so that she could occasionally take a look at the little French girl. Miette was very busy with her pad and pencil. She was plainly nervous, and Nita could see from her half-turned-round position that the new pupil was writing something without taking notes from her English book. The class were all busy—all but Nita, and she kept her eyes over her book and on the new pupil.
A slip of paper fluttered to the floor under Miette’s desk. Nita saw it instantly, but Miette did not miss it, for she made no attempt to rescue the fluttering slip of paper that actually caught up with a slight breeze from an open window, and then stole along in the direction of Nita Brandt’s desk!
The class gave their recitation and shortly that study period was over.
Then the girls filed out into the hall, for ten minutes’ recreation.
Nita lost her place in the ranks. She stopped a moment to pick up the scrap of paper that had dropped from Miette’s desk. It took but a moment to slip it into her book: then she joined the girls in the hall.
“Didn’t you sleep well?” asked Dorothy of Miette, as quickly as she could get an opportunity.
“Not so very,” admitted the other, with a faint smile.
“Perhaps you are not used to being indoors—we have to do considerable studying here.”
“Oh, but I like that very much,” replied the other, “but sometimes I have headache.”
“Then you must go out all you can,” cautioned Dorothy, having noticed that Miette was not with the class on the previous afternoon, when they went for a delightful walk over the hills.