The New Girl at St. Chad's
"She hasn't had an opportunity. She only came to school last Christmas, and it wasn't the tennis season. Wait till you see her serve!"
"Miss Young will have to be judge, not I," replied Dorothy coldly.
"Flossie is in your bedroom, Dorothy," announced Claudia. "She has the cubicle near the fireplace."
"If you're sleeping in the bed next to mine," said Flossie, eyeing Dorothy across the table with a rather patronizing air, "I sincerely hope you don't snore."
"Of course not!" responded Dorothy, in some indignation.
"At St. Bride's," continued Flossie, "one of my room-mates snored atrociously. I used to have to get up and shake her, and pull the pillow from under her head, before I could go to sleep."
"You'd better not try that on with me!"
"I would, in a minute, if you kept me awake."
"It is a shame she's not in our room," interposed Edith. "We've asked Miss