Grace Harlowe's Junior Year at High School Or, Fast Friends in the Sororities

A NEW ARRIVAL Next to home, there is really nothing quite so satisfying as our dear old High School! exclaimed Grace Harlowe, as she entered the locker-room and beamed on her three friends who stood near by. It does seem good to be back, even though we have had such a perfectly glorious summer, said Jessica Bright. We are a notch higher, too. We're actually juniors. This locker-room is now our property, although I don't like it as well as the one we had last year. We'll get accustomed to it, and it will seem like home inside of two weeks, said Anne Pierson philosophically. Everything is bound to change in this world, you know. 'We must put ourselves in harmony with the things among which our lot is cast.' Well, Marcus Aurelius, we'll try to accept your teaching, laughed Grace, who immediately recognized the quotation as coming from a tiny Marcus Aurelius Year Book that Anne kept in her desk and frequently perused. I wonder what school will bring us this year? mused Nora O'Malley, as she retied her bow for the fifth time before the mirror and critically surveyed the final effect