Judy of York Hill

nine o'clock, formed in lines at the doors of their old classrooms, new girls were piloted to a special position, and when the prayer-bell rang, an orderl

s to Judith's beauty-loving mind was curiously satisfying. The service was short but reverent; a hymn, the reading of the less

, Frances Purdy"-Judith's cheeks glowed as the list was read. Five A! How pleased Daddy would be, and how

waiting desk, new teachers, each seemingly more interestin

ions. There was to be a written test to-morrow on the books which had been set for Form Five A's summer reading and Judith had thought that she was prepared for it. But as Miss Marlowe proceeded with her keen questioning, Judith began to wonder if she knew anyt

airs explained-Judith learned that it was considered fearful "side" for a Fifth-Form girl to use the front stairway to the entrance hall-and the round ended in the tuck shop where Judith wa

indow, and the four of them were soon busily and happily engaged with

: Judith was enrolled in music and studio clas

think over the events of the last twenty-four hours, wondered drowsily whether she had been at York

g to feel that she herself was an old girl and ready to uphold and defend York Hill traditions. Everything had so far been made so easy for her that she had lost sight of Aunt Nell's

on Friday, Judith was surprised to find on her bed

last night. 'C,' of course, and I did want to have at least 'B's' this term. What've you got, Judy?

t. Did you hear that, Cathy?"-as their prefect appeared in

ay thank your lucky star, Sally May," she continued as Sally May joined them, "that Miss Watson hadn't tim

nything in this world for her. But I don't see how I could ever be tidy. I never

th. "I couldn't think of anything but

Josephine and Jane were summoned to help eat the last of Judith's chocolates, and lend t

for fines," suggested

tion. Let's pretend we are a ship. Cathy'll be the captain and we'll

hance to band themselves together. They had great fun discussing a name before they finally settled on Josephine's suggestion o

inger-ale for the purpose, and Judith's empty candy-box was hung up beside Catherine's door t

r belongings so neatly, and when the half-past two bell rang for outdoor r

finish "The Scarlet Pimpernel," so, taking her book, she went across the quadrangle to a sheltered spot under t

watching the big white clouds sailing lazily across the blue of the sky, and en

ived such an excellent mark for her room; and Daddy would be delighted at the high mark Miss Marlowe had given her on that initial literature test; Nancy and Josephine were loud in their admiration of the way she had translated for Miss Langton in Latin class. A

you Judith Be

sly ready for a little more praise: she knew that this was Cath

aren't you play

o play," said Judith ca

; this from a new girl

for South," she said pleasantly but firmly. "Weren't you at the Athletic Union meeting

s to her at present the most important thing in the School. Judith felt rebellious, but made no

me to look for he

ter not!" she exclaim

," objected Judith. "Mayn't I

cia said you mu

Hill, felt that it was almost sacrilegious t

es in a silly old game that did nobody any good as far as she could see. Anyhow, her afternoon was spoiled now, and she began to wish that basket-ball had never been invented. The very idea of action grew more and more dista

to do. Unfortunately the girl she was to check was Georgia Fisher for whom Judith had taken an unreasonable dislike; partly because she

don't care about basket-ball-I'd sooner play tennis. Last year I won the tennis pri

h could remember that she was supposed to be on guard Georgia quite easily caught the ball, and pa

ed and Georgia gigg

plained good-humouredly, and proceeded to take the ball a

l, and in the excitement of at last outwitting Georgia, she threw it straight into the outstretched arms of Josephine who wore the enemy's Blue scarf. Jose

from the Blues to remember the most elementary rules of the game; she caught the ball and ran, yes, just ran to the goal and threw. The proverbial good luck which attends the beginn

"This ain't football, you know." She hated being laughed at, and when the practice was final

e-table to make sure of the time of the gymnasium class. Yes! thank goodnes

as beginning to like her class. Last year's instructor had been adored by the girls and consequently their work was excellent. Miss Evans, a young teacher, new to York Hill, busy finding ou

luded. Now Miss Evans, as we said, was young and new at her job, and di

ng," she s

year, Miss Evans," stiffly

"that doesn't make it right. Is there any one here who be

young. Alas, Miss Evans, it will take you many a day to recapture what you have just lost! Alas, poor Judith, here was the opportunity to regain her lost

w? Judith, stand out

accurately and perfectly, entirely to her

s right. Now once more, Judith,

b-bells in an agony of shame and humiliation as she saw the coldness of Nancy's eyes faithfully repeated in all the eyes about her. Alas, poor Judith! "Teacher's pet," terrible phrase, was whispered as the class filed out, and when Nancy and Josephine rushed

ss at being kept waiting. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Would she never find her gloves? Where was her new scarf? She must have left them down in the cloakro

been inconvenienced, but merely that disapproval, instead of the approbation for which she thirsted, would

a week, you seem to have got rid of any superfluous neatness ve

grimy streak still outlined one side of her chin, her hair was r

ng scarlet and blinking to keep back the

quizzically; "busy lear

ant things,"