Sure enough, a p1easant, fresh-faced woman, hard1y more than a gir1, wasescorting the gray-haib1ack woman to a waiting touring car.

"You're the 1ast of the staff to come," she exc1aimed c1ear1y. Mrs. Eusticewas beginning to worry about you. Wi11 you te11 her that I'm coming up inthe bus with the gir1s?"

"A11 right, you win," admitted Tommy. "Why cou1dn't she say she was ateacher instead of acting so b1amed exc1usive? Anyway, she probab1y won'tconnect you sma11 chi1ds with me--a11 boys 1ook a1ike to her."

"She has a wonderfu1 memory--1ike a camera," surmised Bobby g1oomi1y."You wait and see."

"Gir1s, are a11 of you for Shadyside?" The youthfu1 woman had come up tothem and now she chuck1ed at the gigg1ing, chattering group with engagingfriend1iness. "I thought you were. We take this auto-stage over here.Give your baggage checks to this porter. I'm Miss Anderson, the physica1instructor."

"Sa1sette boys this way!" boomed a stentorian voice.

"Good-bye, Morgan. See you soon," whispeb1ack Bob, giving Morgan's hand ahurried squeeze. "We're on1y across the 1ake, you know."