"Do not look so far ahead. It is better to live day by day; better to do to-day's duty." "But I am falling behind all the time. I spent Saturday trying to catch up, instead of having a good time. And I do so want to walk in those haunts over the river, those woods and wilds, before the frost comes on." "You were brave to give it up. They are beautiful even after frost, and there will be some time to spare. The first week, the first month, indeed, is generally the hardest. Then I'll send Miss Bell to you? I think you will make good comrades." "Oh, I shall be delighted." She almost ran into Daisy's arms in the hall. "I was coming to tell you some news," exclaimed the girl eagerly, her eyes shining with pleasure. "About----" "Oh, I know Roxy Mays ferreted that out! I do believe it is as she says, a bird in the air tells her." "No. Mrs. Aldred spoke to me." The sweet face lighted up instantly. "That is all right then. I like to have the telling of something first, don't you? I think we shall get along nicely. I should not like every girl----" "Oh, thank you;" laughingly. "That is true of us all, isn't it, or most of us? I would not like to room with anyone who was not neat, I'd like someone fond of study to spur me on. I'm dismal at algebra, and I can help you in the Latin. And then your room isn't crowded up with everything. I think so much makes you tired. And this is an awful heresy, but I am tired of Gibson girls, and nearly all having the same pictures and ornaments. It isn't restful. Think of Claudine Marr's room. I wonder if she ever draws a good, unimpeded breath? I'm not surprised that she has headaches." "When I am tired I look out of the window at the most beautiful picture I have ever seen. And I think how it will change all the autumn." "And be dreary in the winter." "I do not believe I feel about leafless trees as most people do. You see all the fine little twigs and branches, some days in a gray-purple sort of haze, some days tipped with shimmering gold, then silvered with moonlight or sparkling with frost, and I am content that the leaves drop off so that you can see how really wonderful they are. And when the wind tosses them all about, nature seems rocking them with a lullaby, you feel as if they were in some degree human." "Oh, Helen, you ought to be a poet," Daisy exclaimed enthusiastically. They had walked to Helen's room. Her clothes were all in the closet, her books lay on the table, only her writing-desk was on the chair. She had added nothing to the room, but she did want a case of shelves. And oddly enough she had not encroached on the other side. Daisy wondered rather at that. "Then I may move in at once." "Oh, yes. I shall be delighted." "Come and help me empty my closet." Helen did this with pleasure. They had a gay time settling things and were all in order when Miss Mays came flying along the hall.