“Why it looks like--it is John Morton,” she said to herself. “Now what in the world is he doing here, I should like to know?” And she sat down on the edge of her bed in a fashion that seemed to say, “If any one thinks I’m going down to breakfast now, he’s much mistaken.” But the very next minute she jumped up again, surveyed herself anxiously in the glass, and, without stopping to get Madeline and Betty, as the first one to be ready always did, marched down-stairs and out into the court. Her start of surprise when she came into sight of John would have secured her a part in the senior play at Harding, but John was so surprised himself that any bungler could have taken him in.