Perhaps what struck the girls most of all was the large dormitory. In the days of the French Revolution Marlowe Grange had been the refuge of an order of nuns, who had escaped from Limoges and founded a temporary convent in the old house. It was owing to the excellence of their arrangements, and the structural improvements which they had left behind them, that the Grange had been so eminently suitable for a school. Seven little bedrooms placed side by side served exactly to accommodate the members of the Sixth Form, while the great chamber, running from end to end of the house, with its nineteen snow-white beds, provided quarters for the rank and file. Just for a moment the girls had stared rather aghast at their vast dormitory, contrasting it with the numerous small rooms of their former school; but the possibilities of fun presented by this congregation of beds outweighed the disadvantages, and they had decided that the arrangement was "topping." It had, however, one serious drawback. At the far end was a small extra chamber, intended originally for the use of the Mother Superior of the convent, and here, to the girls' infinite dismay, Miss Gibbs had taken up her abode. There was no mistake about it. Her box blocked the doorway; her bag, labelled "M. Gibbs. Passenger to Great Marlowe via Littleton Junction," reposed upon a chair, her hat and coat lay on the bed, and a neat time-table of classes was already pinned upon the wall. "We didn't bargain to have the Wasp at such close quarters!" whispered Ardiune Coleman-Smith ruefully. "She'll sleep with both ears open, and if we stir a finger or breathe a word she'll hear!" "Cheero! There are ways of making people deaf," remarked Raymonde sanguinely. "How? Ah, my child, that's a surprise for the future! D'you suppose" (with a cryptic shake of the head) "I'm going to give away my professional secrets? I've told you already it's my mission to enliven this school, and if you don't have a jinky term I'll consider myself a failure. Haven't I started well? I arrived half an hour before everyone else, and booked up all the beds on the far side for our set. Here you are! A label's pinned to each pillow!" The six kindred spirits who revolved as satellites in Raymonde's orbit turned to her with a gush of admiration. It was a brilliant thought to have labelled the beds, and so secured the most eligible portion of the dormitory for themselves. "You're the limit, Ray!" gurgled Aveline.