She heard laughter behind her; the knowledge that she wore the only hat in the room burned her; every matter of moment, and some of none at all, cut and stung. She had no books. Where should she go when this was over? What would she give to be on the trail going home! She was shaking with a nervous chill when the music ceased, and the superintendent arose, and coming down to the front of the flower-decked platform, opened a Bible and began to read. Elnora did not know what he was reading, and she felt that she did not care. Wildly she was racking her brain to decide whether she should sit still when the others left the room or follow, and ask some one where the Freshmen went first. In the midst of the struggle one sentence fell on her ear. “Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings.” Elnora began to pray frantically. “Hide me, O God, hide me, under the shadow of Thy wings.” Again and again she implored that prayer, and before she realized what was coming, every one had arisen and the room was emptying rapidly. Elnora hurried after the nearest girl and in the press at the door touched her sleeve timidly. “Will you please tell me where the Freshmen go?” she asked huskily. The girl gave her one surprised glance, and drew away. “Same place as the fresh women,” she answered, and those nearest her laughed. Elnora stopped praying suddenly and the colour crept into her face. “I’ll wager you are the first person I meet when I find it,” she said and stopped short. “Not that! Oh, I must not do that!” she thought in dismay. “Make an enemy the first thing I do. Oh, not that!” She followed with her eyes as the young people separated in the hall, some climbing stairs, some disappearing down side halls, some entering adjoining doors. She saw the girl overtake the brown-eyed boy and speak to him. He glanced back at Elnora with a scowl on his face. Then she stood alone in the hall. Presently a door opened and a young woman came out and entered another room. Elnora waited until she returned, and hurried to her. “Would you tell me where the Freshmen are?” she panted. “Straight down the hall, three doors to your left,” was the answer, as the girl passed. “One minute please, oh please,” begged Elnora: “Should I knock or just open the door?” “Go in and take a seat,” replied the teacher. “What if there aren’t any seats?” gasped Elnora. “Classrooms are never half-filled, there will be plenty,” was the answer. Elnora removed her hat. There was no place to put it, so she carried it in her hand. She looked infinitely better without it. After several efforts she at last opened the door and stepping inside faced a smaller and more concentrated battery of eyes.