"
"Is not that Miss Banister I hear talking?" said a voice quite close
to the two girls.
They both turned, and immediately with heightened color rushed up
eagerly to shake hands with the vice-principal of their college.
"How do you do, my dears?" she said in a hearty voice. "Are you quite
well, Maggie, and you, Nancy? Had you a pleasant holiday? And did you
two great chums spend it together?"
The girls began answering eagerly; some other girls came up and joined
the group, all anxious to shake hands with Miss Heath and to get a
word of greeting from her.
At this moment the dressing-gong for dinner sounded, and the little
group moved slowly toward the house.
In the entrance hall numbers of girls who had recently arrived were
standing about; all had a nod, or a smile, or a kiss for Maggie
Oliphant.
"How do you do, Miss Oliphant? Come and see me to-night in my room,
won't you, dear?" issued from many throats.
Maggie promised in her good-natured, affectionate, wholesale way.
Nancy Banister was also greeted by several friends. She, too, was gay
and bright, but quieter than Maggie. Her face was more reliable in its
expression, but not nearly so beautiful.
"If you accept all these invitations, Maggie," she said as the two
girls walked down the corridor which led to their rooms, "you know you
will have to sit up until morning.
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