Verity Richmond, who, with Nora, Filomena and Ingred, represented
VA. in the hostel, was a brisk, up-to-date, go-ahead girl, full
of fun and high spirits. She was a capital mimic, and had a turn for
repartee that, quite good-naturedly, laid any adversary flat in the
dust. If Nora and Fil were like rose and lily, she was decidedly the
robin of the party. Her fair complexion seemed to add force to the
brightness of her twinkling brown eyes, and her general restlessness and
quick alert ways made one think of a bird always hopping about. Though
not quite such a romp as Nora, she was ready for any fun that was going,
and intended to get as much enjoyment as possible out of the coming
term. She linked herself now on to Fil's disengaged arm, taking the
latter's pile of books with her own and began towing her two friends in
the direction of the hostel.
"I've hardly had time even for a squint at our dormitory yet," she
announced. "Mrs. Best said I was late, and made me pop down my bag and
fly; but she told me we were all four together, so I went off with an
easy mind. I'd been worrying for fear I'd be boxed up with some kids, or
sandwiched in among the Sixth. I told you Ingred was to be with us,
didn't I? Let's go and hunt her out; she'll have wiped her eyes and got
over her jim-jams by now. We'll have time to do some unpacking before
tea, if they've carried up our boxes."
The hostel was a separate house, built at the opposite side of the
school playground. It could accommodate thirty girls, and twenty-six
were already entered on its register. After a brief peep into the
attractive dining-hall, and an equally pleasant-looking boarders'
sitting-room, the three girls went upstairs to a dormitory marked 2.
They found Ingred already at work on her task of unpacking, putting
clothes away in drawers, and spreading the shelf that served as a
dressing-table with an assortment of photos, books, and toilet
requisites. She looked rather in the dumps, but it was impossible for
anybody to remain gloomy when in the presence of such lively spirits as
Nora and Verity, and by the time the gong sounded for tea she had
cheered up, and was sitting on her bed discussing school news.
[Illustration: "LET'S CALL OURSELVES THE FOURSOME LEAGUE."]
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