absolutely nothing at all about the school yet. Is it a big one?"
"Twenty boarders and seventy-two day girls—that's ninety-two, and you'll make the ninety-third. There are eight Senior boarders, and they've got a sitting-room of their own, with a carpet on the floor. We, the common herd, are only provided with linoleum, as you see."
"Eight from twenty leaves twelve! You're not all here."
"No; two of us are practising, and the kids have half an hour with Miss Edith before they go to bed."
"Shouldn't mind half an hour with Miss Edith myself. By the by, are you keen on Fudge here?"
The girls stared.
"I don't know what you mean," returned Hetty Hancock rather stiffly. "What is Fudge?"
Gipsy threw out her arms in mock horror.
"Shades of Yankee Doodle!" she exclaimed. "These benighted Britishers have actually never heard of the magic name Fudge! Why, in the States it's a word to conjure with! I've known some girls who absolutely lived for it."
"You haven't told us what it is yet. Is it a game?"
Gipsy laughed till she nearly collapsed off the table.
"A game? No; Fudge is candy—the most delicious adorable stuff you ever tasted. Get me a pan, and some sugar, and some milk, and some butter, and I'll make some for you this instant. How you'll bless me!"
"Don't I wish you could!" sighed Norah Bell. "But
