a word now and then, the stage made such a noise.
Suddenly Rose Red leaned forward, and touched Clover's hand.
"What's your name?" she said. "You've got eyes like my sister's. Are you coming to the Nunnery?"
"Yes," replied Clover, smiling back. "My name is Clover,—Clover Carr."
"What a dear little name! It sounds just as you look!"
"So does your name,— Rose Red," said Clover, shyly.
"It's a ridiculous name." protested Rose Red, trying to pout. Just then the stage stopped.
"Why? Who's going to the hotel?" cried the school-girls, in a chorus.
"I am," said Dr. Carr, putting his head in at the door, with a smile which captivated every girl there. "Come, Katy; come, Clover. I've decided that you sha'n't begin school till tomorrow."
"Oh, my! Don't I wish he was my pa!" cried Rose Red. Then the stage moved on.
