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      "But how?" inquired Patty, two parallel wrinkles appearing on her forehead.

      "Tell her that unless she does, we won't stay."

      "That would be sensible!" Patty jeered. "She'd ring the bell and order Martin to hitch up the hearse and drive us to the station for the six-thirty train. I should think you'd know by this time that you can't bluff the Dowager."

      "There's no use threatening," Conny agreed. "We must appeal to her feeling of—of—"

      "Affection," said Patty.

      Conny stretched out a hand and brought her up standing.

      "Come on, Patty, you're good at talking. We'll go down now while our courage is up.—Are your hands clean?"

      The three staunchly approached the door of Mrs. Trent's private study.

      "I'll use diplomacy," Patty whispered, as she turned the knob in response to the summons from within. "You people nod your heads at everything I say."

      Patty did use all the diplomacy at her command. Having dwelt touchingly upon their long friendship, and their sorrow at being separated, she passed lightly to the matter of their new room-mates.

      "They are doubtless very nice girls," she ended politely, "only, you see, Mrs. Trent, they don't match us; and it is extremely hard to concentrate one's mind upon lessons, unless one has a congenial room-mate."

      Patty's steady, serious gaze suggested that lessons were the end of her existence. A brief smile flitted over the Dowager's face, but the next instant she was grave again.

      "It is very necessary that we study this year," Patty added. "Priscilla and I are going to college, and we realize the necessity of being prepared. Upon the thorough foundation that we lay here, depends our success for the next four years—for our whole lives you might say."

      Conny jogged her elbow warningly. It was too patently a crib from Miss Lord.

      "And besides," Patty added hastily, "all my things are blue, and Mae has a purple screen and a yellow sofa cushion."

      "That is awkward," the Dowager admitted.

      "We are used to living in Paradise Al—I mean, the West Wing—and we shall—er—miss the sunsets."

      The Dowager allowed an anxious silence to follow, while she thoughtfully tapped the desk with her lorgnette. The three studied her face with speculative eyes. It was a mask they could not penetrate.

      "The present arrangement is more or less temporary," she commenced in equable tones. "I may find it expedient to make some changes, and I may not. We have an unusual number of new girls this year; and instead of putting them together, it has seemed wisest to mix them with the old girls. You three have been with us a long time. You know the traditions of the school. Therefore—" The Dowager smiled, a smile partially tinged with amusement—"I am sending you as missionaries among the newcomers. I wish you to make your influence felt."

      Patty straightened her back and stared.

      "Our influence?"

      "Your new room-mate," Mrs. Trent continued imperturbably, "is too grown-up for her years. She has lived in fashionable hotels, and under such conditions, it is inevitable that a girl should become somewhat affected. See if you cannot arouse in Mae an interest in girlish sports.

      "And you, Constance, are rooming with Irene McCullough. She is, as you know, an only child, and I fear has been a trifle spoiled. It would please me if you could waken her to a higher regard for the spiritual side of life, and less care for material things."

      "I—I'll try," Conny stammered, dazed at so suddenly finding herself cast in the unfamiliar rôle of moral reformer.

      "And you have next to you the little French girl, Aurelie Deraismes. I should be pleased, Constance, if you would assume an oversight of her school career. She can help you to a more idiomatic knowledge of French—and you can do the same for her in English.

      "You, Priscilla, are rooming with—" She adjusted her lorgnette and consulted a large chart.—"Ah, yes, Keren Hersey, a very unusual girl. You two will find many subjects of mutual interest. The daughter of a naval officer should have much in common with the daughter of a missionary. Keren bids fair to become an earnest student—almost, if such a thing were possible, too earnest. She has never had any girl companions, and knows nothing of the give and take of school life. She can teach you, Priscilla, to be more studious, and you can teach her to be more, shall I say, flexible?"

      "Yes, Mrs. Trent," Priscilla murmured.

      "And so," the Dowager finished, "I am sending you out in my place, as moral reformers. I want the older girls to set an example to the newcomers. I wish to have the real government of the school a strong, healthy Public Opinion. You three exert a great deal of influence. See what you can do in the directions I have indicated—and in others that may occur to you as you mix with your companions. I have watched you carefully for three years, and in your fundamental good sense, I have the greatest confidence."

      She nodded dismissal, and the three found themselves in the hall again. They looked at one another for a moment of blank silence.

      "Moral reformers!" Conny gasped.

      "I see through the Dowager," said Patty, "She thinks she's found a new method of managing us."

      "But I don't see that we're getting back to Paradise Alley," Priscilla complained.

      Patty's eyes suddenly brightened. She seized them each by an elbow and shoved them into the empty schoolroom.

      "We'll do it!"

      "Do what?" asked Conny.

      "Pitch right in and reform the school. If we just keep at it—steady—you'll see! We'll be back in Paradise Alley at the end of two weeks."

      "Um," said Priscilla, thoughtfully. "I believe we might."

      "We'll commence with Irene," said Conny, her mind eagerly jumping to details, "and make her lose that twenty pounds. That's what the Dowager meant when she said she wanted her less material."

      "We'll have her thin in no time," Patty nodded energetically. "And we'll give Mae Mertelle a dose of bubbling girlishness."

      "And Keren," interposed Priscilla, "we'll teach her to become frivolous and neglect her lessons."

      "But we won't just confine ourselves to those three," said Conny. "The Dowager said to make our influence felt over the whole school."

      "Oh, yes!" Patty agreed, rising to enthusiasm as she called the school roll. "Kid McCoy uses too much slang. We'll teach her manners. Rosalie doesn't like to study. We'll pour her full of algebra and Latin. Harriet Gladden's a jelly fish, Mary Deskam's an awful little liar, Evalina Smith's a silly goose, Nancy Lee's a telltale—"

      "When you stop to think about it, there's something the matter with everybody," said Conny.

      "Except us," amended Priscilla.

      "Y—yes," Patty agreed in thoughtful retrospection, "I can't think of a thing the matter with us—I don't wonder they chose us to head the reform!"

      Conny slid to her feet, a bundle of energy.

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