going　home！　　She　was　shaking　with　a　nervous　chill　when
  the　music　ceased；　and　the　superintendent　arose；　and
  coming　down　to　the　front　of　the　flower…decked　platform；
  opened　a　Bible　and　began　to　read。　　Elnora　did　not　know
  what　he　was　reading；　and　she　felt　that　she　did　not　care。
  Wildly　she　was　racking　her　brain　to　decide　whether　she
  should　sit　still　when　the　others　left　the　room　or　follow；
  and　ask　some　one　where　the　Freshmen　went　first。
  In　the　midst　of　the　struggle　one　sentence　fell　on　her　ear。
  〃Hide　me　under　the　shadow　of　Thy　wings。〃
  Elnora　began　to　pray　frantically。　　〃Hide　me；　O　God；
  hide　me；　under　the　shadow　of　Thy　wings。〃
  Again　and　again　she　implored　that　prayer；　and　before
  she　realized　what　was　coming；　every　one　had　arisen　and
  the　room　was　emptying　rapidly。　　Elnora　hurried　after　the
  nearest　girl　and　in　the　press　at　the　door　touched　her
  sleeve　timidly。
  〃Will　you　please　tell　me　where　the　Freshmen　go？〃　she
  asked　huskily。
  The　girl　gave　her　one　surprised　glance；　and　drew　away。
  〃Same　place　as　the　fresh　women；〃　she　answered；　and
  those　nearest　her　laughed。
  Elnora　stopped　praying　suddenly　and　the　colour　crept
  into　her　face。　　〃I'll　wager　you　are　the　first　person　I　meet
  when　I　find　it；〃　she　said　and　stopped　short。　　〃Not　that！
  Oh；　I　must　not　do　that！〃　she　thought　in　dismay。　　〃Make　an
  enemy　the　first　thing　I　do。　　Oh；　not　that！〃
  She　followed　with　her　eyes　as　the　young　people　separated
  in　the　hall；　some　climbing　stairs；　some　disappearing
  down　side　halls；　some　entering　adjoining　doors。　　She　saw
  the　girl　overtake　the　brown…eyed　boy　and　speak　to　him。
  He　glanced　back　at　Elnora　with　a　scowl　on　his　face。
  Then　she　stood　alone　in　the　hall。
  Presently　a　door　opened　and　a　young　woman　came　out
  and　entered　another　room。　　Elnora　waited　until　she
  returned；　and　hurried　to　her。　　〃Would　you　tell　me　where
  the　Freshmen　are？〃　she　panted。
  〃Straight　down　the　hall；　three　doors　to　your　left；〃
  was　the　answer；　as　the　girl　passed。
  〃One　minute　please；　oh　please；〃　begged　Elnora：
  〃Should　I　knock　or　just　open　the　door？〃
  〃Go　in　and　take　a　seat；〃　replied　the　teacher。
  〃What　if　there　aren't　any　seats？〃　gasped　Elnora。
  〃Classrooms　are　never　half…filled；　there　will　be　plenty；〃
  was　the　answer。
  Elnora　removed　her　hat。　　There　was　no　place　to　put
  it；　so　she　carried　it　in　her　hand。　　She　looked　infinitely
  better　without　it。　　After　several　efforts　she　at　last　opened
  the　door　and　stepping　inside　faced　a　smaller　and　more
  concentrated　battery　of　eyes。
  〃The　superintendent　sent　me。　　He　thinks　I　belong
  here；〃　she　said　to　the　professor　in　charge　of　the　class；
  but　she　never　before　heard　the　voice　with　which　she　spoke。
  As　she　stood　waiting；　the　girl　of　the　hall　passed
  on　her　way　to　the　blackboard；　and　suppressed　laughter
  told　Elnora　that　her　thrust　had　been　repeated。
  〃Be　seated；〃　said　the　professor；　and　then　because　he
  saw　Elnora　was　desperately　embarrassed　he　proceeded
  to　lend　her　a　book　and　to　ask　her　if　she　had　studied　algebra。
  She　said　she　had　a　little；　but　not　the　same　book　they　were　using。
  He　asked　her　if　she　felt　that　she　could　do　the　work　they　were
  beginning；　and　she　said　she　did。
  That　was　how　it　happened；　that　three　minutes　after
  entering　the　room　she　was　told　to　take　her　place　beside　the
  girl　who　had　gone　last　to　the　board；　and　whose　flushed　face
  and　angry　eyes　avoided　meeting　Elnora's。　　Being　compelled
  to　concentrate　on　her　proposition　she　forgot　herself。
  When　the　professor　asked　that　all　pupils　sign　their　work
  she　firmly　wrote　〃Elnora　Comstock〃　under　her　demonstration。
  Then　she　took　her　seat　and　waited　with　white　lips　and
  trembling　limbs；　as　one　after　another　professor　called
  the　names　on　the　board；　while　their　owners　arose　and
  explained　their　propositions；　or　〃flunked〃　if　they　had
  not　found　a　correct　solution。　　She　was　so　eager　to　catch
  their　forms　of　expression　and　prepare　herself　for　her
  recitation；　that　she　never　looked　from　the　work　on　the
  board；　until　clearly　and　distinctly；　〃Elnora　Comstock；〃
  called　the　professor。
  The　dazed　girl　stared　at　the　board。　　One　tiny　curl
  added　to　the　top　of　the　first　curve　of　the　m　in　her　name；
  had　transformed　it　from　a　good　old　English　patronymic
  that　any　girl　might　bear　proudly；　to　Cornstock。
  Elnora　sat　speechless。　　When　and　how　did　it　happen？
  She　could　feel　the　wave　of　smothered　laughter　in　the　air
  around　her。　　A　rush　of　anger　turned　her　face　scarlet　and
  her　soul　sick。　　The　voice　of　the　professor　addressed　her　directly。
  〃This　proposition　seems　to　be　beautifully　demonstrated；
  Miss　Cornstalk；〃　he　said。　　〃Surely；　you　can　tell　us　how
  you　did　it。〃
  That　word　of　praise　saved　her。　　She　could　do　good　work。
  They　might　wear　their　pretty　clothes；　have　their　friends
  and　make　life　a　greater　misery　than　it　ever　before
  had　been　for　her；　but　not　one　of　them　should　do　better
  work　or　be　more　womanly。　　That　lay　with　her。　　She　was
  tall；　straight；　and　handsome　as　she　arose。
  〃Of　course　I　can　explain　my　work；〃　she　said　in　natural　tones。
  〃What　I　can't　explain　is　how　I　happened　to　be　so　stupid
  as　to　make　a　mistake　in　writing　my　own　name。　　I　must
  have　been　a　little　nervous。　　Please　excuse　me。〃
  She　went　to　the　board；　swept　off　the　signature　with　one
  stroke；then　rewrote　it　plainly。　　〃My　name　is　Comstock；〃
  she　said　distinctly。　　She　returned　to　her　seat　and　following　the
  formula　used　by　the　others　made　her　first　high　school　recitation。
  As　Elnora　resumed　her　seat　Professor　Henley　looked　at
  her　steadily。　　〃It　puzzles　me；〃　he　said　deliberately；
  how　you　can　write　as　beautiful　a　demonstration；　and　explain
  it　as　clearly　as　ever　has　been　done　in　any　of　my　classes　and
  still　be　so　disturbed　as　to　make　a　mistake　in　your　own　name。
  Are　you　very　sure　you　did　that　yourself；　Miss　Comstock？〃
  〃It　is　impossible　that　any　one　else　should　have　done　it；〃
  answered　Elnora。
  〃I　am　very　glad　you　think　so；〃　said　the　professor。
  〃Being　Freshmen；　all　of　you　are　strangers　to　me。
  I　should　dislike　to　begin　the　year　with　you　feeling　there
  was　one　among　you　small　enough　to　do　a　trick　like　that。
  The　next　proposition；　please。〃
  When　the　hour　had　gone　the　class　filed　back　to　the　study
  room　and　Elnora　followed　in　desperation；　because　she　did
  not　know　where　else　to　go。　　She　could　not　study　as　she　had
  no　books；　and　when　the　class　again　left　the　room　to　go　to
  another　professor　for　the　next　recitation；　she　went　also。
  At　least　they　could　put　her　out　if　she　did　not　belong　there。
  Noon　came　at　last；　and　she　kept　with　the　others　until　they
  dispersed　on　the　sidewalk。　　She　was　so　abnormally　self…
  conscious　she　fancied　all　the　hundreds　of　that　laughing；
  throng　saw　and　jested　at　her。　　When　she　passed　the
  brown…eyed　boy　walking　with　the　girl　of　her　encounter；
  she　knew；　for　she　heard　him　say：　　〃Did　you　really　let　that
  gawky　piece　of　calico　get　ahead　of　you？〃　　The　answer
  was　indistinct。
  Elnora　hurried　from　the　city。　　She　intended　to　get　her
  lunch；　eat　it　in　the　shade　of　the　first　tree；　and　then　decide
  whether　she　would　go　back　or　go　home。　　She　knelt　on　the
  bridge　and　reached　for　her　box；　but　it　was　so　very　light　that
  she　was　prepared　for　the　fact　that　it　was　empty；　before
  opening　it。　　There　was　one　thing　for　which　to　be　thankful。
  The　boy　or　tramp　who　had　seen　her　hide　it；　had　left　the　napkin。
  She　would　not　have　to　face　her　mother　and　account　for
  its　loss。　　She　put　it　in　her　pocket；　and　threw　the　box
  into　the　ditch。　　Then　she　sat　on　the　bridge　and　tried
  to　think；　but　her　brain　was　confused。
  〃Perhaps　the　worst　is　over；〃　she　said　at　last。　　〃I　will
  go　back。　　What　would　mother　say　to　me　if　I　came　home　now？〃
  So　she　returned　to　the　high　school；　followed　some　other
  pupils　to　the　coat　room；　hung　her　hat；　and　found　her　way
  to　the　study　where　she　had　been　in　the　morning。　　Twice
  that　afternoon；　with　aching　head　and　empty　stomach；　she
  faced　strange　professors；　in　different　branches。　　Once　she
  escaped　notice；　the　second　time　the　worst　happened。　　She　was
  asked　a　question　she　could　not　answer。
  〃Have　you　not　decided　on　your　course；　and　secured　your　books？〃
  inquired　the　professor。
  〃I　have　decided　on　my　course；〃　replied　Elnora；　〃I
  do　not　know　where　to　ask　for　my　books。〃
  〃Ask？〃　the　professor　was　bewildered。
  〃I　understood　the　books　were　furnished；〃　faltered　Elnora。
  〃Only　to　those　bringing　an　order　from　the　township
  trustee；〃　replied　the　Professor。
  〃No！　　Oh　no！〃　cried　Elnora。　　〃I　will　have　them　to…
  morrow；〃　and　gripped　her　desk　for　support　for　she　knew
  that　was　not　true。　　Four　books；　ranging　perhaps　at　a
  dollar　and　a　half　apiece；　would　her　mother　buy　them？
  Of　course　she　would　notcould　not。
  Did　not　Elnora　know　the　story　of　old。　　There　was
  enough　land；　but　no　one　to　do　clearing　and　farm。　　Tax　on
  all　those　acres；　recently　the　new　gravel　road　tax　added；
  the　expense　of　living　and　only　the　work　of　two　women　to