The devil entered into Joey. "No; that's the flesher's boy in Calgarloch, a great pal of mine," she stated easily, arranging Mums side by side with Father in uniform. Syb stared. Joey went on. "The kid in socks is the gravedigger's youngest--he's called Bingo; and these two, Ronnie and Kirsty, belong to the odd-and-end shop at Crumach." With which appalling size in thumpers, Joey turned her back upon the girls, and went on arranging her photographs. Syb left her in a hurry; the others whispered together. Joey finished her corner, and got out her evening frock. "Having us on?" asked Noreen, with a doubtful note of appreciation. Joey slipped her frock over her head. "Find out," she suggested. That made a pause, and everybody put on their evening dresses in silence. Barbara broke it while hair was being brushed. "I suppose Gabrielle told you that this dorm tubs at night," she observed unwillingly. "You had better not be late coming up, because the water gets cold so quickly." "But of course you'd bath last because of being new," Syb joined in, rather truculently. Joey made no answer; she was considering. "Where is the bathroom?" she asked. "Right opposite. Blue Dorm uses No. 8," Barbara vouchsafed. "Thank you," Joey answered, with extraordinary meekness, a meekness that was almost overdone. These horrid swanky girls had forced her to accept the worst corner of the room, but it was certainly nearest the door, and Joey was quite clear in her own mind which of the Blue Dorm occupants was going to have first tub to-night. They went down to supper after that; the three together, and Joey behind. There was a very nice supper laid in the huge refectory; but Joey was home-sick for the little sitting-room at Calgarloch and the brandered herrings and the brown bread, and Robina, the lass, bringing in the pudding, and joining freely in the conversation if she felt inclined. Joey sat between two rather big girls, and they only spoke once to her to ask her name and age, and then talked hockey across her for the rest of the meal. Not that Joey cared; she assured herself that she didn't want to be friends with these girls. There was dancing after supper in the Queen's Hall, but Joey looked on. Dancing wasn't taught at Calgarloch, and she refused decidedly when Gabrielle came and asked for a valse. And then at nine there were prayers, and the whole of the Upper School, with Remove II. A and B of the Lower, filed past Miss Conyngham and said good-night. The Juniors had been swept off a good deal earlier.