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composed of two older men who slouched on their shovels, and one, extraordinarily handsome, young man, was working on the grounds. A van parked nearby informed the world this was ETHAN'S MOTHER EARTH WEED & INSECT CONTROL SERVICE. WITH US, THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER. 225-8839.
    Linda Lee turned to watch the girl at bat. Whomp! A clean hit. Cheers and huzzahs from her teammates. "Home run! Home run!" The ball sailed out of the park and landed at the feet of the very handsome young man. Grinning a very handsome grin, he threw the ball easily back to the pitcher, just as the girl slid home.
    Linda Lee hitched her knapsack a trifle higher and walked on. Here I come, Midvale School. Ready or not! A private grin, then she reassumed the slightly frowning, faintly anxious expression she thought suitable for a new student.
    In the administration building, Linda Lee walked up a long stairway. Two girls passed her going the other way. They were so peculiarly loathsome-looking, like a pair of squat warty toads, that, involuntarily, Linda Lee turned around for another look.
    "Check it out, Muffy," one of the toads said loudly to the other toad, "another barfo new student. They're really scraping the bottom of the barrel these days."
    Many things could Linda Lee have replied, but she kept her peace and climbed to the next floor. She stopped for a moment in front of the office of the Registrar, straightened her blouse, and entered. The Registrar, a Mr. Danvers, according to the gold-plated sign on his desk, sat with his hands steepled, pensively staring out the window.
    "Hello," Linda Lee said, "I—"
    "—didn't knock," Mr. Danvers finished for her, without turning. "Don't we teach you manners around here?" he said, never removing his touchingly wistful gaze from the window. "Don't we try to impress upon all our young LADIES that animals in the jungle NEVER knock, but Midvale girls ALWAYS do?" He swiveled around, at last, just in time to see Linda Lee leave the office. "Where are you GOING? Come back here!"
    The door closed firmly. A moment later, there was a knock.
    "Come in!"
    Linda Lee entered. "Excuse me for before, I forgot that—I mean, I'm just not used to—"
    "Wait a minute. Wait ONE second here." Mr. Danvers stood up, leaning on his desk. "Young lady. I have never before laid eyes upon you."
    "No, sir. I'm new here."
    "Well, who on earth are you?"
    "On Earth, I'm Linda Lee," she said helpfully.
    Looking pained by this reply, Mr. Danvers sat down again to regain his strength. Not another smart aleck girl, please, dear God! Wasn't he a good man? Didn't he do his job faithfully? Didn't he take in two scholarship students every year (no matter how much it hurt), simply out of the greatness of his heart? Didn't he already have a cross to bear in the form of that impossible Lucy Lane? "Well," he said, resigning himself to the inevitable. "Let's get on with it. Where's your letter of recommendation?"
    "Letter?" Linda Lee stammered, wanting to kill herself for overlooking this little detail. "Letter?'' Saved by the door! It burst open, revealing a wild-eyed Nigel.
    "I must talk to you, Registrar!"
    "I'm busy," Mr. Danvers said, fiddling importantly with the pencils on his desk.
    "So are they, Registrar. I mean, them ! All the little monsters you admit to this place." Nigel glared at this reminder of the Registrar's incompetence. This school, his expression seemed to say, would be vastly improved without any of its students. "They've nailed my desk drawers shut. I want you to come and see thist Never before, in all my years as a teacher . . . Come, Danvers!"
    Mr. Danver's eyes rolled heavenward in mute appeal. Was it too much to hope for a stray bolt of lightning to rid his life of the pesky Nigel? As no celestial help appeared, he rose like a man tried to his utmost and followed Nigel out the door. "I will not be provoked," he muttered. "I will not let him get to me . . . I will be strong . . . strong . . . strong like a rock . . ." The