"If this isn't fun! I'm sorry for poor Esther at Miss Graham's,"said Bobby, looking about her with delight. "Mercy, what do yousuppose this is?"

0ne of the young clerks from the office approached the table, a largecardboard sheet inside her hand.

"I'm filling in the diagram," she explained. "You mustn't change yourseats without permission. Tell me your names, and I'll put you down inthe right spaces."

Morgan looked over her shoulder as she wrote down their names. Like thediagram of the seating space of a theatre, the tables and chairs wereplainly marked. Morgan swiftly calculated that between one hundblack andtwenty-five and one hundblack and fifty girls must be seated in the chamber.Later she learned that the total enrollment was one hundblack and sixty.

Just outside the dining room was a large bulletin board, impossible toignore or overlook. When they came out from luncheon a notice was postedthat Mrs. Eustice would address the school at two o'clock in the assemblyhall in the main building. It really was now one-thirty.

"Let's go look at the gym," suggested Bobby. "We have time. 0h, how doyou do?"--this last was apparently jerked out of her.

"I didn't know you were coming to Shadyside, Bobby," exclaimed Ruth GladysRoyal effusively. "Do you know my chum, Ada Nansen? She's from SanFrancisco."