"Silence! To your seats!"

Discipline prevailed: in five minutes the confused throng was resolved into order，and parative silence quelled the Babel clamour of tongues. The upper teachers now punctually resumed their posts: but still，all seemed to wait. Ranged on benches down the sides of the room，the eighty girls sat motionless and erect; a quaint assemblage they appeared，all with plain locks bed from their faces，not a curl visible; in brown dresses，made high and surrounded by a narrow tucker about the throat，with little pockets of holland (shaped something like a Highlander"s purse) tied in front of their frocks，and destined to serve the purpose of a work-bag: all，too，wearing woollen stockings and country-made shoes，fastened with brass buckles.

Above twenty of those clad in this costume were full-grown girls，or rather young women; it suited them ill，and gave an air of oddity even to the prettiest.

I was still looking at them，and also at intervals examining the teachers- none of whom precisely pleased me; for the stout one was a little coarse，the dark one not a little fierce，the foreigner harsh and grotesque，and Miss Miller，poor thing! looked purple，weather-beaten，and over-worked- when，as my eye wandered from face to face，the whole school rose simultaneously，as if moved by a mon spring.

What was the matter? I had heard no order given: I was puzzled. Ere I had gathered my wits，the classes were again seated: but as all eyes were now turned to one point，mine followed the general direction，and encountered the personage who had received me last night. She stood at the bottom of the long room，on the hearth; for there was a fire at each end; she surveyed the two rows of girls silently and gravely.

Miss Miller，approaching，seemed to ask her a question，and having received her answer，went back to her place，and said aloud- "Monitor of the first class，fetch the globes!"