Grace Harlowe’s Plebe Year at High School by Josephine Chase

“Who is the new girl in the class?” asked Miriam Nesbit, flashing her black eyes from one schoolmate to another, as the girls assembled in the locker room of the Oakdale High School.

“Her name is Pierson; that is all I know about her,” replied Nora O’Malley, gazing at her pretty Irish face in the looking glass with secret satisfaction. “She’s very quiet and shy and looks as if she would weep aloud when her turn comes to recite, but I’m sure she’s all right,” she added good naturedly. For Nora had a charming, sunny nature, and always saw the best if there was any best to see.

“She is very bright,” broke in Grace Harlowe decisively. “She went through her Latin lesson without a mistake, which is certainly more than I could do.”

“Well, I don’t like her,” pouted Miriam. “I never trust those quiet little things. And, besides, she is the worst-dressed girl in——”