Judith wondered if she could speak, but Nancy didn't wait. Her soldier brother had brought her a bag from Liberty's. Would Judith come and see it? She did hope Judith's room was near hers; at least hers was not a room, but a cubicle. Judith's eyes questioned. Cubicle had to be explained as a room with low walls about six feet high, such a friendly place to live in, "five or six of us in a row and we're never lonely," finished Nancy; "but then no one is lonely at York." By this time they had crossed by a cloister to South House and were standing at the House Mistress's door. "Miss Marlowe must be a very popular person," thought Judith. Outside the green baize door was a chattering mob of girls, all apparently talking at the top of their voices. Indeed, it seemed to Judith that they were screaming. "Nancy, _darling_!" cried one, and Nancy was literally dragged from Judith by several impetuous young persons who all talked at once. "Glorious time" . . . "Did you?" . . . "Temagami" . . . "camped out for three weeks" . . . "Indian guides" . . . "_Such_ diving" . . . "Heavenly time" . . . "Murray Bay" . . . Then a louder voice-- "Miss Marlowe wants Peggy Forrest." "Here, Piggy, hurry along"--and a fat girl was propelled through the crowd. "Jane, my dear, I thought you were never coming," heralded a new arrival. "Miss Marlowe is a brick; we are to have thirty-three." Squeals of delight and the retreat of three inseparables. Judith began to feel that she would drown amidst all the noise, but Nancy had a tight grip of her arm again, and at last it was her turn at the door. Judith never lost that first picture of Miss Marlowe in her study, a pleasant, sun-flooded room, low bookcases, the gleam of brass, colorful pictures, a cosy fire, and Miss Marlowe herself, grey-eyed, ruddy-haired, and low-voiced. The quiet voice began to work a magic, and after a few minutes' chat Judith felt less like a lost soul and more like a normal girl again. Then Nancy was summoned from without. "Judith is to be in number twenty-five, Nancy; will you take her up and see that she is settled? Her trunk is there already; it came this morning. You can be very busy at once, Judith"--and Miss Marlowe's smile was friendly and comforting. Nancy squeezed Judith's hand impulsively as they left the room to make way for other girls. "Twenty-five! I _am_ glad you are in our set of cubicles." Twenty-five proved to be the tiniest room Judith had ever seen, more like a ship's cabin than a room, she thought, surveying her new abode with disfavour. A couch-bed, writing-desk and bookcase, a bureau, a wicker chair--how was there room for them all? And how dreadful to have only half a wall--well, three quarters of a wall between you and your neighbour! There were five of these little cubicles in a row, she saw; then a closed door evidently opening into a bedroom at the end, and the six rooms had their own hall which was closed off from the main corridor by a big door.