you get them broken in. Say, have n't you got a lot of new things?"
"Our Christmas presents, you mean," said Emma Jane. "The pillow-cases are from Mrs. Cobb, the rug from cousin Mary in North Riverboro, the scrap-basket from Living and Dick. We gave each other the bureau and cushion covers, and the screen is mine from Mr. Ladd."
"Well, you were lucky when you met him! Gracious! I wish I could meet somebody like that. The way he keeps it up, too! It just hides your bed, does n't it, and I always say that a bed takes the style off any room—specially when it 's not made up; though you have an alcove, and it 's the only one in the whole building. I don't see how you managed to get this good room when you 're such new scholars," she finished discontentedly.
"We should n't have, except that Ruth Berry had to go away suddenly on account of her father's death. This room was empty, and Miss Maxwell asked if we might have it," returned Emma Jane.
"The great and only Max is more stiff and stand-offish than ever this year," said Huldah. "I 've simply given up trying to please her, for there 's no justice in her; she is good to her favorites, but she does n't pay the least attention to anybody else, except to make sarcastic speeches about things that are none of her business. I wanted to tell her yesterday it was her place to teach me Latin, not manners."
