'Can I do anything for you?' she said. She didn't throw any sympathy into her voice; they never do at Newnham. 'I've got a kettle boiling if you'd like some water, or'--looking round the bare room and seeing that Lucy's things were not unpacked--'perhaps you'd rather have some tea.' 'Ye--es,' Lucy said quite thankfully; 'I would rather have some tea, please.' 'Then come into my room.' Lucy followed the girl, a solid-looking girl with no profile to speak of, and a turned-up nose and violent red hair. She had not to follow her far, only across the passage. There was a card slipped into a frame in the door of the room, and the name of the occupant was written on it--'Stubbs.' 'That's my name,' said the girl, pointing to it; 'Maria Stubbs--Capability Stubbs they call me. I suppose you are a fresher?' 'Yes,' said Lucy, 'I'm a fresher; I've only just come up. My name is Rae--Lucy Rae.' 'Not a bad name; but you won't have any use for it here. They'll call you Lucifer most likely; they don't call anybody by their right name here.' Maria Stubbs' room was unlike most Newnham rooms. It was distinctly utilitarian. There was nothing æsthetic about it. The most prominent thing in it was a bookshelf full of books, and there was a cabinet in one corner with a lot of narrow drawers, which Lucy found out after were crammed with specimens. A bright fire was burning in the little tiled grate, and a cloth was spread, and some tea-things were laid on the flap of the bureau, which was let down for the purpose, and there were some cakes in one of the pigeon-holes. 'Take off your hat and sit down,' said Maria, drawing a low chair to the fire; 'there's nothing to hurry for, they won't bring in your things for a long time; they never hurry themselves at Newnham.' 'I don't think I ought to take off my things until I've seen someone,' said Lucy. 'There's Miss Wrayburne I certainly ought to see. Perhaps she doesn't know I'm here.' The girl laughed--or cackled, rather; there wasn't the least fun in her laugh. 'Perhaps not,' she said, as she busied herself about making the tea; 'and I don't think it would make any difference if she did. You don't think the Dons are running about the college all day long shaking hands with the girls? You'll see Miss Wrayburne at the "High" at dinner, and she'll say "How d'ye do?" and smile--she always smiles--and that's all.' 'I didn't know,' Lucy said humbly. 'I'm only a fresher, you see; I shall know better soon. But it struck me as a very chilling reception.' Miss Stubbs cackled in her unfeeling way.