It had taken her a minute or two to tell what they meant by village schoolgirls; when she did, her face grew hot, and she stared defiantly towards them. They were outsiders themselves, thought Joey, to talk like that about a girl who was coming to Redlands, even if she had been to a different sort of school before. But though the thinking it was certainly a relief, it could not quite do away with the sore, hurt feeling. Evidently the Redlands girls were not inclined to start friends. It was all the harder to bear because they were such jolly-looking girls. The one called Noreen was extremely pretty, with lovely Irish-blue eyes under black eyebrows, and a wealth of dark hair; and even Syb was nice-looking, with a bright colour and a straight, determined figure. The girl who had spoken last was short and insignificant, with bobbed hair, but her eyes were very bright and her smile infectious, Joey settled; while the other two were a round-faced couple, much too nice in appearance for the sentiments they had been expressing. Joey was to have an opportunity for studying them more closely in a minute, for apparently they had had enough of standing in the corridor, and came pouring into her compartment so soon as the other passengers had poured out. They didn't trouble even to put their hockey sticks in the rack, by which Joey guessed that Mote Deep, the station for Redlands, was not far away. The one called Syb caught sight of Joey as they came in. "Hullo!" she said. "Hullo!" Joey answered, not being sure what to answer. "New kid, aren't you?" "Yes." "What's your name?" asked Noreen. "Jo--Jocelyn Graham." Noreen shot a quick glance at Syb. "Where do you come from?" "Scotland." Joey did not feel inclined to be communicative. "You're not the scholarship kid, are you, by any chance?" demanded the girl with the bobbed hair. "Yes." "Oh, murder! I didn't think you were, somehow." "Did you think I was going to look so awfully unlike everybody else?" Joey demanded in her turn. She could not quite keep the hurt tone out of her voice, though she tried. "No; why should we?" the girl with the bobbed hair answered, a shade uncomfortably, and then they all looked at each other and there was an awkward little pause. Noreen broke it, speaking in a more friendly tone than any of them had done yet. "I suppose you've had someone to put you up to what scholarship girls have to do at Redlands?" "No." Joey was not expansive, suspecting some covert allusion to that village school, which appeared so upsetting to these very select Redlanders. "Oh, didn't they?" Noreen's blue eyes met hers gravely, and, Joey fancied, sympathetically. It was rather difficult to ask any favours of girls who despised her, but Miss Craigie was far away in Edinburgh, wrestling with the "influenza"--poor Miss Craigie!--and clearly she was on the edge of one of those pitfalls that lie in wait for new girls.