"You forget, _la petite_," reminded Adrienne as she liberally sugared her sliced peaches. "She will no longer live at the top of the house. She has already made the arrangements to room with Mary Ashton. So there are but four vacancies. I would greatly adore to be with my Norma, but Ethel is the good little roommate. I am satisfied." Adrienne dismissed the subject with a wave of her hand. "Norma can have Edith's place at our table," suggested Dorothy. "That will be nice. I'll speak to Mrs. Weatherbee about it right after breakfast." "Perhaps we should not wait until then." Adrienne half rose from her chair. Noting that the matron's place at another table was vacant she sat down again. "Here she comes now!" Jane followed her announcement with a muffled "Oh!" Mrs. Weatherbee was advancing toward their table and not alone. Behind her walked the aggressive Miss Noble. "Miss Noble, this is Miss Martin." The matron placidly proceeded with the introductions and rustled off, unconscious that she had precipitated a difficult situation. Her mind occupied with other matters, she had failed to note the stiff little bows exchanged by three of the quartette. It had not been lost upon Dorothy, however. Greeting the newcomer in her usual gracious fashion, she wondered what ailed Jane and Adrienne. "Have you examinations to try, Miss Noble?" she asked pleasantly, by way of shattering the frigid silence that had settled down on three of the group. "No, indeed." The girl tossed her black head. "_I_ am from Burleigh." "Oh! A prep school, I suppose?" Dorothy inquired politely. The name was unfamiliar to her. "One of the most exclusive in the Middle West," was the prompt answer, given with a touch of arrogance. "I must say, Wellington doesn't compare very favorably with it in _my_ opinion." A faint sparkle of resentment lit the wide gray eyes Dorothy turned squarely on the freshman. "That's rather hard on Wellington," she said evenly. "I hope you will change your mind after you've been with us a while."