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school property and if we hurried after luncheon was over we got there in time to see the locomotive come puffing around the bend with the engineer heaving out , smiling and waving. Once he tossed a note out to us as he went by and we broke bounds to find it. It was addressed "to my little friends in the Berkshires," and it told us how he loved to come around that bend and see us at the railing of the bridge waving. We kept the letter carefully and took turns sleeping with it under a pillow.

Aside from this one romantic adventure we lived exclusively among spinsters, but what spinsters! Some of ours were in residence in the fine old mansion which housed the school and several arrived from town each morning on the buckling little streetcar which provided regular transportation between the school and Pittsfield. All of them were devotees of their subjects. They were initiates whose consecrated hands led us