She had not brought notebook or pencil with her,

and though at Miss Douglas’s request her neighbour rather ungraciously lent her a sheet of paper and a stump of pencil,

the notes which she took were scrappy and inadequate.

She kept stealing peeps at the other girls,

but turning away when she met the anything but friendly glances directed at her.

The teacher asked her one or two questions, then, seeing that she did not quite grasp the subject, kindly ignored her.

“Talk of a fish out of water,” thought Georgina; ”

I feel like an eel in a frying pan.

I believe these girls are going to be detestable.

I shall have to look out for squalls.”

Nor was she mistaken.

At eleven o’clock the storm broke.